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The Metrical Dindshenchas (Author: [unknown])
- I behold the grave of a stranger from afar, the monument of a leader, crowned with sad splendour, whose name, bright in lustre, was Bith son of Noah, vast of vigour.
- Forty days by tale before the doleful Deluge, to Erin came the shortlived swarm, a multitude, a numbered array.
- Hither came Bith, skilled in battle, marching before his noble wives: five and twenty wives, by firm bond, made up his family.
- As for Bith, the chieftain's time was short; shaking seized him and sore sickness: his own wives dug a grave on the mountain for his burial.
- From him, high above the planets' path, is named Sliab Betha, the wild bulls' home; the body of the corsair, who lived not long, lies yet under the cairn thou seest.
- O Christ, unshaken, above all coasts, that didst not abandon Bith eternally, be mine no sadness in thy dwelling yonder, when I have told of each thing I see!