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The Metrical Dindshenchas (Author: [unknown])

poem/story 52


  1. Hither came to his death Cloen son of Ingor, a scorpion that was never crushed, the king of Ail Cluaide's grandson (hearken!), who crossed the high seas many a time.
  2. Cloen son of Ingor, who spent fame, whose home was Alba, rich in horses, was the first man, cheerful of countenance, that came with wealth to Erin.
  3. Cloen of the hard curved swords, though he ransacked many a chilly coast, his fatal faintness came not on him till he reached Cloenloch.
  4. Hence men speak everywhere of ‘Cloenloch’—let not its name be hidden! a prince that was hacked by spear-play met his death finally here.