{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/celt/pt3/pt323.htm","path":"neu/celt/pt3/pt323.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/pt3/pt323.htm","text":"HARPER.--From a stone at Monifeith.--Chalmer's Sculptured Stones of Angus.\n1--BARD.\nOn a day when the Fhinn were on Oirill's mound,\n A watching the Eireann all around,\n There was seen coming on the tops of the wave,\n The crooked, clamouring, shivering brave.\n2\nThe name of that undaunted wraith\n Was the bald russet-yellow Muilearteach\n From Lochlann's bounds, coming on brine,\n All in a day to cover Eirinn.\n \nFrom a stone coffin at Govan.--Sculptured Stones of Scotland, Pl. cxxxiv.\nA MHUILEARTACH BHUIDHE. 1\n1\nLatha dh' an Fhinn, air Tulach Oirill, 1\n A' coimhead na h-Eireann mu timchill\n Chunnacas a' tighinn, air barraibh thonn,\n An e\u00e0rra, gh\u00e0ireach, chraobhaidh, chrom. 2\n\u2019Se b' ainm dh' an fuath nach bu thim\n A' Mhuileartach mhaol, ruadh-bhuidhe,\n O chriochan Lochlann 'tighinn air s\u00e0il\n Gu h-Eirinn a chomhdach a dh' aon l\u00e0.\n3\nA rusted glaive was upon her belt,\n Will give them a grim darkling pelt;\n When the time of the fury of battle shall come.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n4\nThere were two slender spears of battle,\n Upon the other side of the carlin;\n Her face was blue-black of the lustre of coal,\n And her bone tufted tooth was like rusted bone.\n5\nIn her head was one deep pool-like eye,\n Swifter than a star in a winter sky;\n Upon her head gnarled brushwood,\n Like the clawed old wood of the aspen root.\n6\nHer heart was merry for joy,\n As she saw in the south the Fiantaidh\n \"Will ye not teach the wretch to her ruin,\n Let not her's be a good gift without return.\"\n7\nAnd a hundred warriors she sportively slew,\n And there was a grim on her rugged maw;\n A warrior exalted each warrior of these,\n And that were raised up on slender trees.\n8\nA pouring of their blood amongst the hounds,\n And the juice of the fruit of Oireal was threatened;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\nBha claidheamh meirgeach air a crios\n Bheir dhaibh caisgeadh d\u00f9ige, doite 3\n An am an d' thigeadh gairbhe catha,\nBha da shleagha chaola chatha\n Air an taobh eile dh' an chaillich.\n Bha 'h-aodann dubh-ghorm air dreach a' ghuail,\n \u2019S a deud cn\u00e1badach, cn\u00e0mh-ruadh. 4\nBha aon suil ghlumach 5 'na ceann\n Bu luaithe na rionnag gheamhraidh\n 6 Craobh mh\u00ecneach chas air a ceann\n Mar 7 choill \u00ecnich de 'n t-seana chrithinn.\nBha 'cridhe 'mire ri h-\u00e0dh,\n \u2019Si 'g amhare nam Fianntaidh fo dheas,\n \"Nach deachd 8 sibh a' bheist thun a h-aimhleis.\n \u2019S gu 'n tharladh leatha gean gun chomain;\"\n\u2019S gu 'n mharbh i le 'h-abhachd ceud laoch;\n \u2019S gu 'n robh c\u00e0ir 9 air a garbh chraos.\n Laoch inbheach gach laoch a bh' ann,\n \u2019S a thogadh air chaola chrann.\nAir sgath fala, 'measg nan con,\n \u2019S bha brigh mhios Oirill 'ga maoidheadh.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n9--WITCH.\nWho are the warriors better than they?\n Out spoke the yellow Muilearteach;\n \"Terror or fear there is not upon me,\n Before the king since I happened upon ye.\"\n10--BARD.\nTo Fionn Prince of the Finne there came,\n The ill-favoured goblin right valiant;\n By her there were slaughtered nine in the plain,\n As she sought for detestable combat.\n11--WITCH.\nNow since I have come over the brine,\n For the taking of all Eirinn\n Let yielding be given me without pain,\n Or else a whole battle of hardy men.\"\n12--BARD AND FIONN.\nMac Chumhail would give that without displeasure,\n Ten hundred hounds, upon leashes of leather;\n \"Take the bribe, and besides (behold),\n Ten hundred ruddy apples of gold.\"\n13--WITCH.\nAlthough I should get all the value of Eirinn,\n With her gold and her silver and her precious things;\n I would rather have on board of my vessel,\n The heads of Osgar, and Raonaidh, and Coiril.\"\n14-BARD AND CONAN.\nSpoke a hero that brooked no slur,\n Son of great Morna, by name Conan;\n \"Thou shalt loose the bush of thy round head,\n Because thou hast asked for the son of Oisein.\"\n9\n\"Cia iad na laoich a 's fhearr na sin?\"\n Labhair a' Mhuileartach bhuidhe.\n \"Fiamh na eagal cha 'n 'eil orm\n Roimh 'n righ, o'n tharladh mi thugaibh.\"\u00a01\n10\nGu Fionn, flath na Finne, thainig\n Am fuath d\u00ecth-mhaiseach, 10 deagh-dhana.\n Mharbhadh leatha naonar 's a' mbagh,\n \u2019S i 'g iarraidh fuath'chadh na comhraig.\n11\n\"Nis o'n thainig mi air s\u00e0il\n Gu h-Eirinn uile do ghabhail,\n Thugta geill gun doruinn domh,\n Airneo comhrag cr\u00f2dha churaidhean.\"\n12\nBheireadh MacChumhail siud di gun diombadh,\n Deich ceud cu air choimh lion \u00e9ille,\n \"Gabh an cumha, is e 'choir,\"\n \"Deich ceud ubhlan dearg oir.\"\n13\n\"Buaidh na h-Eirionn gad gheibhinn uile,\n Le 'h-or, 's le 'h-airgiod, 's le 'h-ionmhas,\n B' fhearr leam, air bord air mo luing,\n Ceann Osgair, a's Raonaidh, a's Choiril.\"\n14\nLabhair laoch nach d' fhulaing tair,\n Mac mor Morna d' am b' ainm Conan,\n \"Caillidh tu dos do chinn chruinn\n Ann an d\u00e0il Mhic Oisein iarraidh.\"\n15--BARD.\nWhen they saw the wrath of the monster,\n Up rose Fionn the Prince of the Finne;\n Up rose Oisean, Prince of the men,\n Up rose Osgar, and Iollainn.\n16\nUp rose Diarmaid o' Duibhne;\n Up rose they, and Iall o' Buidhne;\n Three sons of the dusky black king Dhuinne;\n Up rose they, and Cearbhal.\n17\nUp rose Glaisean o' Damhach\n Up rose they, and Ard Ambarc\n Up rose Ciar Dhubh, Prince of Lomhann,\n The doughtiest four that were in the Fhinn.\n18\nWent to do battle with the beast.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n19\nShe was serving them out in turn,\n As a blade might run through flame;\n Until there met MacChumail the grand,\n And the Muilearteach hand to hand.\n20\nTheir equal was never yet seen,\n Since the smithy of Lonn MacLiobhainn;\u00a01\n There was dew on the point of the spears,\n Of MacChumhail of the sides so fair.\n15\nNuair chunnaic iad colg na beiste;\n Gu 'n d' eirich Fionn, flath na Finne;\n Dh' eirich Oisean, flath nam fear;\n Gu 'n d' eirich Osgar a's Iollainn.\nGu 'n d' eirich Diarmaid O Duibhne;\n Gu 'n d' eirich sin a's Iall O Buidhne;\n Triuir mac an righ chiar-dhubh Dh\u00f9inne;\n Gu 'n d' eirich sin agus Cearbhall.\nDh' eirich Glaisean O Damhach;\n Dh' eirich sin agus Ard-amhare;\n Dh' eirich Ciar-dhubh, mac righ Lomhann,\n A cheathrar a b' fhoghaintiche 'bha 'san Fh\u00ecnn.\nChaidh a chomhrhg ris a' bheist.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\nBha i 'gam frithealadh mu seach\n Mar a ruitheadh lann roimh lasair,\n Gus an do thachair Mac Chumhail an aidh\n 'S a' Mhuileartach lamh ri lamh.\nAn aicheadh cha 'n fhacas mar sin\n O cheardach Lonn Mhic an Liobhann,\n Bha dealt air bharraibh a shleagh\n Aig Mac Chumhail an taoibh ghil.\n21\nHer side was pierced with sharp wound,\n There was rain of her blood on the heather\n The Muilearteach was slain by the king,\n And if she was slain, it was no smooth slaying.\n22--SMITH.\nThe smith took with him her bree\u00a01\n To Tur Leoin of the high king.\n \"My sorrow!\" said the smith of the axes,\n \"If bald russet Muilearteach is slain.\"\n23--KING.\nThe king said, \"the people never stood,\n That on the bald russet could bring blood;\n Unless in a land of holes fell she,\n Or was drowned upon the smooth bare sea.\"\n24\n\"There never yet have come of any,\n Those who the yellow Muilearteach could slay;\n They did not slay her, but the Fhinn,\n A band from whom tribute is not won.\"\n25\n\"Great is the shame to the blossom of Phail,\n To give under to the people of a single isle\n To the travelling, and to the west,\n Travel we, and travel we in haste.\"\n26\n\"That I would give my vow again,\n If my mild Muilearteach has been slain;\n That I with my people should never return,\n Till Eirinn to a heap of ashes should burn.\nBha 'taobh air a tholladh le guin\n Bha braon dh' a fuil air na fraochaibh.\n Mharbhadh a' Mhuileartach leis an righ\n Ma mharbhadh cha b' e 'm marbhadh min.\n22\nThug an gobha leis a' brigh\n Gu t\u00f9r Leoin, an t-ard righ.\n \"Mo bheud,\" arsa gobha nan tuadh,\n \"Ma mharbhadh a' Mhuileartach mhaol ruadh.\"\n23\nThuirt an righ, \"nach d' f has a shluagh\n Na 'bheireadh fuil air a' mhaoil ruaidh.\n Mar an deach i 'n talamh toll,\n Na 'bathadh air muir sleamhuinn, lom.\"\nCha d' thainig de dhaoine 'sam bith\n Na 'mharbhadh a' Mhuileartach bhuidhe.\n Cha do mharbh i ach an Fhinn,\n Buidheann bhar nach buinigear cis.\"\n\"\u2019S mor an nair do Bhlaith Ph\u00e0il\n G\u00e9ill a thoirt do luchd aon eilean.\n Air an triallam, 's air an iar;\n Triallam, agus triallam mor.\"\n\"Gu 'n d' thugainn-sa mo bh\u00f2id a ris,\n Ma Mharbhadh mo Mhuileartach mh\u00ecn,\n A choidhch nach tillinn le m' shluagh\n Gus am biodh Eirinn 'na torr luatha.\n27\n\"In Eirinn let me not leave a stone,\n In burn, or in moor, or in- mountain lone;\n Unlifted upon the beaks of my fleet,\n Eirinn level of such great weight.\"\n28\nI will bring my plungers upon the brine\n To bring out of her sea bent all Eirinn.\"\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n29--BARD.\nGreat is the brag for the white ships\n The whole of Eirinn to uplift,\n And that there are not white ships in being\n That could uplift one fifth of Eirinn.\n30--KING.\n\"Gather to me my worthy race,\n King of the Spaniards and his force,\n The king of Greece and of Gallia clean,\n King of Hispania and of the Inds.\"\n31--BARD.\nGather of the whole world the clan,\n The children of a king and of a single man,\n Goblin or champion shall not get clear\n From the beautiful Fhinn of the yellow hair.\n32\nSeven score ships, and one thousand\n Gathered the king, what a heavy band\n For the taking of all Eirinn,\n Could it be brought to Fionn, prince of the Finne.\n\"An Eirinn na fagam clach,\n An allt, na 'm monadh, na 'm fireach,\n Gun thogail air chorraibh mo long;\n Eirinn chothromach, cho trom.\n\"Bheiream breabanaich air s\u00e0il\n Toirt Eirinn uil' as a tan.\"\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n29\n\u2019S mor an spleadh do luingeas b\u00e0n\n Eirinn uile do thogfail;\n \u2019S gun de luingeas b\u00e0n sam bith\n Na thogadh, a dh' Eirinn, coigeamh.\n30\nRIGH.\n\"Tionail thugam mo theaghlach c\u00f2ir,\n Righ na h-Easpanaidh 's a shlogh,\n Righ Greige, 's righ Gallia glan,\n Righ na h-Easpainn a's na h-Inid.\"\n31\nFILIDH.\nTionail sluagh an t-saoghail uile,\n De chlann righ, 's de dh' aon duine;\n Fuath na e\u00e0rrachd cha d' thig as\n O'n Fhinn aluinn fhalt-bhuidhe.\"\nSeachd fichead a's mile long\n Thionail an righ, 's gu 'm b' fheachd trom,\n Gu gabhail Eirinn air fad\n Gu Fionn, flath na Finna na 'n t\u00e1rt 'e.\n33\nThere was not a port nor a half port within\n The five-fifths of the Eireann\n That of beaked barks was not full,\n And of the barges of their lords all.\n34\nThough it was evil to be waiting for them,\n 'Twas no better for them that to us they came.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n35\nA messenger came from Blaith Phail,\n To find for him the Muilearteach,\n Or else the bold youth of all Eirinn,\n The children of a single man or of a king.\nThat MacChumhail would give to the\n King of Lochlann, and without a grudge.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n36\nTen hundred helmets and fine mail,\n Ten hundred shields and sheathed glaives,\n Ten hundred collars of gold upon hounds,\n Ten hundred slender stingers of battle.\n37\nTen hundred fine coloured flags,\n Ten hundred wise warriors whom he might choose\n Ten hundred bridles of gold and saddles.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\nCha robh port na leith-phort ann,\n An coig choigeamh na h-Eireann,\n Nach robh lan de bharcaibh bheannach,\n Agus bhirlinnibh o thighearnan.\nGe b' ole dhuinn a bhith air an cionn,\n Cha 'n ann daibh-san a b' fhearr teachd thugainn.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\nThainig teachdair o, Bhlaith Ph\u00e0il\n A Mhuileartach fhaotainn da,\n Airneo borbraidh Eirinn uile\n Eadar clann righ 's aon duine.\nBheireadh MacChumhail siud do righ Lochlann\n \u2019S gun diomadh;--\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\nDeich ceud clogad a's caol luireach,\n Deich ceud sgiath a's claidheamh comhdaicht,\n Deich ceud lomhainn \u00f2ir air chonaibh,\n Deich ceud sallta chaola chatha,\nDeich ceud bratach mh\u00ecne, dhaite,\n Deich ceud saoidh, na 'm b' aille leis,\n Deich ceud strian \u00f2ir agus diollaid.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n38.\nThough he got all that, the king of Lochlann\n And the bold youth of the whole of Eirionn,\n For ever with his people he would not be still\n Till Eirinn should become a ruddy hill.\n39--LOCHLANNERS.\nThen spoke an answerable true wise bard,\n The lad that could answer with a knowing word;\n And he spoke timidly and like a sneer\n Unto the king that was too early.\n40--BARD.\n\"Though you, like the whole of the Fhinn,\n In the front of battle and combat\n You must come as lions, weighty and gray,\n Or else you will work out your own decay.\n41\n\"It were better to get us on a single place\n Than from billow to billow to be on our trace.\"\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n42--KING.\n\"Thy counsel is lying, thou musical bard,\"\n Out spoke the king, wrathfully, hatingly,\n \"Because a third part of what is there (seen)\n Thou hast never beheld in Eirinn.\"\n43--FEENE.\n\u00a01 Then spoke Garaidh of the glens: (\u00a0156-2)\n If you will take my counsel, Fhinn,\n Let submission be given on the sea,\n That for ever under his sway you may be.\"\n38\nGed a gheibheadh righ Lochlann siud,\n Agus borbraidh na h- Eirionn uile,\n Choidhch' cha stadadh e le 'shluagh\n Gus am biodh Eirinn 'na torr ruadh.\n39\nThuirt filidh fhreagarrach, fior-ghlic,\n An gille fhreagradh gu h-eolach--\n \u2019S labhair e gu fromhaidh, f\u00e0dh,\n Ris an righ, gu 'n robh ro thrath.\n40--FILIDH.\n\"Ge math leibhs' an Fhinn uile\n An tus cath agus comhraig;\n Thig sibh 'n 'ur Leomhana trom, ghlas,\n Airneo ni sibh uil' 'ur n-aimhleas.\nB' fhearr 'ur faighinn air aona bhall,\n Na 'bhith 'g ur sireadh o thuinn gu tuinn.\"\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n42--RIGH.\n\u2019S breugach do bheachd fhilidh bhinn,\n Thuirt an righ gu fuathach, feargach;\n \"Agus trian na 'bheil an sin\n Nach fhaca tu riamh an Eirinn.\"\n43\nAn sin labhair Garaidh nan Gleann,\n \"Ma ghabhas sibh, comhairl, Fhinn,\n Rachadh geill a thoirt air sail,\n 'S gu 'm biodh sibh gu br\u00e0th fo iona.\"\n44--BARD.\nUp rose Iollain with a hero's tread,\n And each one followed him side by side,\n To give a leathering to Garaidh from the wild,\n Who the service of man could not abide.\n45--FIONN.\n\"Stay thou, Iollain, as thou mayest be,\"\n Said MacChumhail, the prince so high,\n \"Though evil the counsel of the man,\n Stalwart his hand when the strife began.\"\n46--OSGAR.\nSaid Osgar, as he felt the pain,\n \"Whatever ship is of loftiest sail,\n Shall swim in blood beneath her keel,\n If there be enough within her hull.\"\n47--BARD.\nThen raised they, and they were not scarce,\n Their slender pennons on their slender shafts\n The standard of MacChumhail of Victories,\n \"Sun's brightness,\" above the trees.\n48.\nThere were nine chains from it downward fell\n Of the yellow gold, of no lustre dull,\n A hero at every chain of these,\n That was holding them against the stays.\n49.\nIn the camp there was many a thousand of men,\n Many a one with blades and spears so keen,\n Many a trunkless head was there,\n Many a neck there was swept bare.\nFrom the first of the sun till the same evening.\n44\nDh' eirich Iollainn, 's bu cheum laoich,\n \u2019S gach ti lean e taobh ri taobh,\n Thoirt leadairt air Garaidh o 'n fhasach,\n \u2019S cha b' aill leis duine 'ga fhasdadh.\n\"Stad ort Iollainn mar a ta thu;\"\n Arsa Mac Chumhail an ard fhlatha,\n \"Ge b' olc impidh an fhir,\n \"Bu teom' a lamh anns an iorguill.\"\nThuirt Osgar, 's e 'gabhail loon,\n \"Ge b' e long a 's airde seol,\n Snamhaidh i 'm fuil fo' a driom,\n Ma tha na h-urad 'na colainn.\"\n47--FILIDH.\nThog iad an siud, 's cha bu ghann,\n An caol shrolt, air an caol chroinn;--\n Bratach Mhic Chumhail an aidh,\n Gile-ghreine, as cionn chrannaibh.\n48\nBha naoidh slabhraidhean aisde sios\n De 'n \u00f2r bhuidhe gun dall-sgiamh;\n Laoch air gach slabhraidh dhiu sin\n A bha 'gan cumail ris na sl\u00e0ithean.\n49\nBu lionar 's a' chr\u00f2 m\u00ecle fear;\n Bu lionar fear gheur lann 's sleagh ann;\n Bu lionar ceann ann gun chom iona;\n Bu lionar muineal ann air maoladh,\nO thus greine gu con-fheasgar.\n50\nThose heroes the greatest of the tribe\n That came to us with an army (of pride),\n To them the camp was the narrowest\n Ere their rough vapouring was dispersed.\n51\nIn the thick of the people Osgar slew\n One hundred spearmen for the first time,\n Another hundred of the people by three,\n Seeking a way to their Ard Righ.\n52\nAnother hundred of the hosts of men\n On the further side of the King of Lochlann,\n Until he slew, in the thick of the host,\n The king for all his great honour's boast.\n53\nWhen they saw that the king had fallen,\n Their courage failed them, and in great swiftness,\n They went all in ranks to the sea;\n And the battle poet was driving them.\n54\nAmongst the warriors in turn,\n It was the Osgar that was urging them.\n After he had given the war\n Came succour to the hero of bright arms.\n55\nFor through the spear-holes there might go\n The sickles (\u00a0156-3) through the back of Osgar.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n'An laoch sin bu mh\u00f2 dhe 'n t-sliochd\n A thainig thugainn le 'mhor fheachd\n 'Sann daibhsan bu chuing' an cr\u00f2\n Ma'n do sgaoileadh an garth sgleo.\nMharbh Osgar, an tiugh an t-sluaigh,\n Ceud fear sleagha mar cheud uair,\n Ceud eil' as a' phobull a tri,\n Ag iarraidh thun an ard righ.\nCeud eile de shluagh nam fear\n An taobh thall de righ Lochlann,\n Gus an do mharbh e, 'n tiugh an t-sluaigh,\n An righ air mheud onarach.\nNuair chunnaic iad gun d' thuit an righ\n Threig am meanmna iad 's am mor luathas:\n Chaidh iad 'nan sreathan gu s\u00e0il,\n \u2019S a' chliar chatha 'gan iomain.\nEadar na saoidhean mu seach\n \u2019S e'n t-Osgar a bha 'gan iomain;\n An deis a bhith tabhairt a' bhlair,\n 'S ann thainig cobhair gu laoch arm-ghil.\nOir rachadh, roimh thollaibh nan sleagh,\n Na corran roimh dhriom Osgair.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n56\nWhatever that day might hap to be\n On the battle steep side of Beinn-Eudainn,\n Such like great peril was not there found\n From the first of the Finne till one day\nOn the day when the Fhinn were on Oirill's Mound.\nWrote down this poem from the recitation of Angus MacDonald, Staoine-breac, South Uist, September 1860, and again from that of Allan MacPhie, tailor. MacDonald gives the same authority for it as for the \"Great Fool,\" and MacPhie says he learnt it from one Donald MacIntyre, who has gone to America, and if living is now about 80 years of age. In Barra, I heard it from Alexander MacDonald, Burgh; and from Donald MacPhie, smith, Brubhaig, who learnt it from an uncle of his, Hector MacLaine, also a smith. Some versions have lines which are wanting in others, and in some lines there are a few slight variations. I have inserted those lines and words which I thought best when differences occurred.\nH. M\u2018L.\n(1) Maclean translates this brushwood, but the carlin was bald, and I have heard the word used to express a picture on a shield of some large bird, like an eagle, which is often mentioned in stories as \"Creveenach.\" The word may have something to do with Griffin, or Tree Lion.\n(156-2) This warrior is said to have given the name to Glengarry. There are legends about him still current in that neighbourhood.\n(156-3) Herons is the more evident meaning, but corr means any crooked instrument. The line occurs elsewhere.\nThe footnote reference numbers included in the Gaelic text of this poem don't appear to refer to any notes in the text. Only notes 2 and 3 in the English have corresponding reference numbers. I have retained the numbers in the text as superscripts--JBH.\n[In translating this, I have aimed at giving the meaning of each line, at imitating the rhythm of the original, as well as I could, and at giving the same amount of rhyme, where I was able to hit upon rhymes that would not altar the meaning. MacLean's manuscript is not divided into quatrains, but I have heard this chanted, and the measure, and the music, and the meaning, all\nGe b' e bhitheadh an latha sin\n Air taobh uchd-catha Bheinn Eudainn;\n A leithid de bhaoghal cha d' fhuaras ann,\n O th\u00f9s na Finne gus an aon latha,\n'S latha dha 'n Fhinn air tulach Oirill.\npoint to a division into quatrains. I am indebted to 'the collector for a literal translation, which has been of the greatest assistance; but I have here and there followed Armstrong's Dictionary, which contains many rare words, avowedly taken from the Ossianic poems. If there be errors in the translation, I hope they may be overlooked.\nMacDonald, who sang this and two other poems to me in Barra, September 10, 1860, did it with only one mistake. He forgot something near the beginning, and stopped short, and uttering several expressions of strong disgust at his own forgetfulness, he turned back to the first line and began again, and got over the difficulty with a rush that reminded me of a man taking a running leap over a stiff hedge. With that one mistake he recited a whole poem; and so far as I can judge, from hearing such crabbed Gaelic once, it was the same poem which is here given, but we made out that there were fourscore verses in it, whereas there are but fifty-five incomplete in MacLean's manuscript.\nI observed that, two or three times, in reciting this and other poems, MacDonald repeated a couple of lines to fill up the time and complete a quatrain.\nThe poem was attributed to Oisean, and whoever composed it, clearly did so in the character of that old half mythical bard, for he speaks like an eye-witness, and dwells on the prowess of his son Osgar. I am\nnot sufficiently acquainted with early Norwegian and Irish history, to be able to guess at the event which is celebrated, or at a date, but I suspect the poem was composed in remembrance of some real invasion of Ireland by the sea rovers of Lochlann, in which they got the worst of the fight, and that it has been preserved traditionally in the Hebrides ever since. Could it be Brian's famous battle, A.D. 1014. MacLean has named his authorities; one of them, MacDonald, is referred to above. He is a workman who cannot read, and who speaks no language but Gaelic. He is a fine intelligent man, with a clear gray eye and smooth dark hair, very fond of the old poetry of his native country, and charmed to recite it to an audience able to take an interest in it. The audience was a numerous one on the 10th of September, and we were highly attentive. One woman was industriously weaving in a corner, another was carding wool, and a girl was spinning dexterously with a distaff made of a rough forked birch-branch, and a spindle which was little better than a splinter of fir. In the warm nook behind the fire sat a girl with one of those strange foreign faces which are occasionally to be seen in the Western Isles, and which are often supposed by their neighbours to mark the descendants of the Spanish crews of the wrecked armada--a face which, at the time, reminded me of the Nineveh sculptures, and of faces seen in St. Sebastian. Her hair was as black as night, and her clear dark eyes glittered through the peat smoke. Her complexion was dark, and her features so unlike those who sat about her, that I asked if she were a native of the island, and learned that she was a Highland girl. Old men and young lads, newly returned from the eastern fishing, sat about on benches fixed to the wall, and\nsmoked and listened; and MacDonald sat on a low stool in the midst, and chanted forth his lays amidst suitable remarks and ejaculations of praise and sympathy. One of the poems was the Lay of Diarmaid, much the same as it appears here; as I had got it from MacLean, who had written it from the dictation of another man elsewhere. \"Och! och!--aw! is not that sad?\" said the women when Diarmaid was expiring, One of the audience was a stranger from the south, a Campbell, who had come to Barra from some other place, and who, as usual, hailed me as a kinsman, claimed Diarmaid as our common ancestor, and MacCalain Mor as the head of his family. His hair was yellow, though tinged with white; and amongst the short, dark natives of Barra, be looked large, and gaunt, and bony. He gave me his prose version of the escape and pursuit of Diarmaid and Graidhne, and brought the fugitives from Ireland to the Isle of Skye. The main incidents were similar to those already given, but in detail they differed entirely, as all versions which I have, do from each other. The house where our meeting was held was one of those which are only to be found in the far west, and this may serve to give a notion of the people, who still preserve and delight in this old Gaelic poetic lore.\nMay 11, 1861.--Since this was printed, I have found a version of \"Duan a Mhuirearteach\" in a collection of Gaelic poetry, made by Hugh Gillies, and printed in 1786 at Perth. I am indebted to the Rev. Mr. MacLauchlan for a loan of the book, which is rare, and which I had sought in vain at the British Museum and elsewhere. There are 112 lines arranged in stanzas in the published version; 213 in the traditional version here given.\nThe story, and some lines of the poetry, also appear in the proceedings of the antiquaries of Scotland (vol. iii., part ii. 1861), these are taken from a MS. collection made in Lewis. It appears that the heroine was wife of a superhuman Celtic sea smith, who is a kind of Neptune, and who had been maltreated by the Feen.\nAnother version of the poem was written from the dictation of a man at Gairloch ten years ago; and another has lately been written by Mr. Torrie in Benbecula, from the recitation of an old beggar wife.\n137:1 In Gillies, this character is a man, and called \"A Mhuireart-each\"; perhaps muir iarteach,--sea western.\n141:1 Another version is,--O'n ti a tharladh mi thugaibh.\n142:1 See No. LXVIII.\n144:1 It seems that she was the wife of a superhuman Celtic sea smith, who goes by the name of Bulcan sometimes.\n150:1 Here the action changes from one camp to an other.","title":"Popular Tales of the West Highlands Vol. III: LXXIII. The Yellow Muilearteach","type":"page"}