- My night in Cell Derfile
'tis it has broken my heart;
sad for me, O Son of my God,
is parting from Dal Araidhe.
- Ten hundred and ten warriors,
that was my host at Druim Fraoch,
though I am without strength, O Son of God,
'twas I who was their leader in counsel.
- Gloomy is my night to-night
without serving-man, without camp;
not so was my night at Druim Damh,
I and Faolchu and Congal.
- Alas! that I was detained for the tryst,
O my Prince of the glorious Kingdom!
though I should not get any harm therefrom
forever except this night.