We shall not love and cherish you the less on that account, said the men of Offaly, and your sway and kingship over us shall not be less weak. The king gave the helmet to the harper in payment for the injury which he had suffered.
- 1] A helmet round my head, 'twas great toil,
2] To hide my blemish from every troop,
3] From this hour onwards
4] It shall not come to protect my ears.
- 5] O men of Offaly, behold this!
6] Eochaid's ears are two horse's ears!
7] Let no one hide in his house
8] That he has seen Eochaid's ears.
- 9] 'Tis a great task to keep anything secret.
10] Hard to do so after me,
11] After everybody whom it has killed,
12] It was a harsh command, it was rough.
- 13] No one shall be able to keep a secret now
14] After the son of Dichoim,
15] And after the story of the three trees
16] I shall not willingly put on a helmet.