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The Battle of Carnn Chonaill (Author: [unknown])

paragraph 28

Then Sinech sang this praise to Diarmait:

    1. Every faint-hearted son of a lord, | a counsel I have for thee about him,
      he shall walk righthandwise round the mark: | he shall have my champion's leavings.
    2. Not on necks of oxen or cows | is my champion's sword blunted,
      'tis on kings that the sword | in Diarmait's hand today makes a whistling noise.
    3. Guare son of Colmán, the king, | befouled the trees of Aidne:
      he cast forth ordures as big as a cow's head, | for dread of my champion.
    4. Since a shower of blood has bespattered | Diarmait's blue-coloured shirt,
      the dress of a man who turns back battles | is not meet without many colours.
    5. Since a shower of blood has bespattered | the breast of Diarmait's steed,
      the water with which Crip is washed | is not clear for the Sacrifice.
    6. When in turns the warlike shafts | are hurled on every side
      a bloody mantle were not strange | on the shaft from Diarmait's hand.

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    8. When the small javelins are loosed | at the beginning of their conflict,
      the pair which first meets (them) | is Diarmait's steed and himself.
Saith Guare:
    1. I promise this, I promise,
      if Sinech reach a fold
      I will not leave her alive,
      I will slay her with my kick.
Saith she:
    1. I promise. | Sinech reaches not a fold:
      there are no warriors. ... | why dost thou not know it ...?
    2. Diarmait the hero, good the king, | outgrows every one through boldness,
      the king usually outgrows every one, | so that he causes sadness to all.