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The Metrical Dindshenchas (Author: [unknown])

poem/story 119


¶1] The stone that I used to hurl continually across Mag Da Ges, as far as Druim Suain—long was my cast with that stone: but to-day it reaches not the mark from my hand.

¶2] There come no more hither to meet me two tender maidens, Iuchdelb and Lecco Donn—a contest of noble ladies: were they living, great were the prize.

¶3] If my life has reached its term, there has come upon me every danger, every deed of violence; therefore let them not come to meet me, unless they desire to keep me from death.

¶4] The place shall be called at all times, till the day of doom, the Plain of Two Swans, sad though it be, after they are gone: it shall be a plain without parting, without end, in memory of the seed that slew and slept.

¶5] Many a warrior has been slain, day by day, in the goodly plain, wrapt in mists, in every spot over Mag Da Ges, from the place where I used to hurl the stone continually.