{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/celt/fab/fab101.htm","path":"neu/celt/fab/fab101.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/fab/fab101.htm","text":"I. BLACK thy horse, black thy cope,\n Black thy head, black thyself,\n Yes, black I art thou Yscolan?\nII. I am Yscolan the scholar,\n Slight is my clouded reason,\n There is no drowning the woe of him who offends a sovereign.\nIII. For having burnt a church, and destroyed the cattle of a school,\n And caused a book to be submerged,\n My penance is a heavy affliction.\nIV. Creator of the creatures, of supports\n The greatest, pardon me my iniquity!\n He who betrayed Thee, deceived me.\nV. A full year was given me\n At Bangor on the pole of a weir;\n Consider thou my suffering from sea-worms.\nVI. If I knew what I now know\n As plain as the wind in the top branches of waving trees,\n What I did I should never have done.","title":"Four Ancient Books of Wales: S. Poems Relating to Yscolan.: LXXXVI. Black Book of Caermarthen XXVI.","type":"page"}