{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/celt/pt3/pt325.htm","path":"neu/celt/pt3/pt325.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/pt3/pt325.htm","text":"DEER AND HOUND--From a stone at Kirriemuir.--Sculptured Stones of Scotland, Pl. xlvi. See Stanza 15.\n1--BARD.\nTALE of wonder that was heard without lie,\n Of the idiot to whom hosts yield,\n A haughty son who yields not to arms,\n Whose name was the mighty fool.\n2*\nThe might of the world he had seized\n In his hands, and it was no rude deed.\n It was not the strength of his blade or his shield,\n But that the mightiest was in his grasp.\nOn his falling on a hidden glen,\n Wherein he never before had staid,\n Of loveliest strath and grass and plain\n And sound of the waves 'gainst each bright stone. (See 5.)\n \nELK.--From a stone in the churchyard of Meigle.--Sculptured Stones of Scotland, Pl. lxxii. See note (2).\n3*\nLasting long ere we had come,\n Many a chief is beneath his sway;\n Another little tale I'd tell,\n But it there discerned, and it is strange.\n4\u2020\nA day when the mighty fool\n Was in Lochlan's bounds in a magic cloud,\n Himself and one beauteous dame,\n As a woman he beauty sufficed.\n5\nMeeting in a vast shore-glen,\n As a rose ever growing through it,\n Floods, and strife, and grass, and sound,\n Roar of waves on shore of sea.\n6--GILVEEN.\n\"There was seen,\" said Gilveen young,\n \"A gruagach of the yellowest cloak in the way,\n A new coloured vessel in his grasp,\u00a01\n Like to a cup in which was drink.\"\n7\u2020--FOOL.\nIt was then that the great hero spoke,\n \"Is it an empty flower I see?\n It is, when greatest is my thirst,\n That it's coming were best for health.\"\n8--GILVEEN.\n\"An earnest entreaty I make to thee,\n Drink not his draught, take not his food,\n Till thou knowest what is the glen\n Wherein thou wert, never before.\"\nA leantuin fad air dhuine teachd\n \u2019S iomadh ceud a tha fu 'smachd;\n Sgeul beag eile dh' innsean ann\n Tuigear thall 's gu bheil e ait.\nLatha do'n Amadan mhor,\n An criochan Lochlann fo cheo draodh,--\n E fhein agus aona mhaca mna;\n Bu leoir a h-ailleachd mar mhnai.\nTachairt an gleann diomhair, r\u00f2dh,\n Mar r\u00f2s fas roimhe riamh,\n Sionan, streubh, a's feur, a's fonn,\n Stoirm nan tonn ri stios na l\u00e9i.\n6\n\"Chunnacas,\" arsa Gilmhin og,\n \"Gruagach 'san r\u00f2d a's buidh brot,\n Soitheach ur, daite 'na dorn\u00a01\n Coltach ri corn am biodh deoch.\n7\u2020\nSin 'n uair labhair Macabh mor,\n \"An e r\u00f2s f\u00f2s (\u00a0190-1) tha mi a reir?\n \u2019San uair a's motha mo thart,\n \u2019S gu'm b' fhearr a theachd gu beatha.\"\n8\n\"Achanaich a dh' iarram's art,\n Na ol a dheoch 's na gabh a bhiadh,\n Gu fiosraich gu d\u00e9 'n gleann\n Nach robh thu ann roimhe riamh.\"\n9\u2020--GRUAGACH.\nAfter that had been spoken to him,\n Out spoke the Gruagach of the Cup,\n \"Be not downcast stalwart youth,\n Be merry and quaff thy draught.\"\n10--BARD.\nIn the like commune with him\n Out spoke he, and it was no wise speech.\n He gave a haughty clashing dart,\n And there was no drop in the cup but he drank.\n11\nAway went the Gruagach of the Cup\n Unlucky was the cup to drink,\n The two legs down from the knee\n Were wanting to the mighty fool.\n12--GILVEEN.\nThen it was young Gilveen spoke,\n \"Great is this woe has befallen thee,\n Scarce are thy friends in the great world\n Unliked by them is thy want of feet.\u00a01\n13--FOOL.\n\"Hist! now thou Gilveen young,\n Cease thy woe and be thou still,\n No leg shall be under one in the land,\n Or I myself will get my two feet.\"\n14\u2020--BARD.\nThere they wended the pair,\n The woman and the hero of heaviest tread,\n Swifter was he on his two knees\n Than six at their swiftness of foot.\n9\u2020\nAn deigh sin fhoclachadh dh\u00f2\n Gu 'n do bheannaich gruagach a' chuirn,\n \"Na bi dubhach oglaich mhoir\n Bi subhuch a's ol do dheoch.\"\n10\nAir a' chomain chiadhna dh\u00f3,\n Labhair esan 's cha b' e 'ghloir ghlic;\n Thug e sitheadh bruaisgneach borb,\n \u2019S cha robh braon 's a' chorn nach d' ibh.\nGu. 'n d' imich gruagach a' chuirn,\n Neo-bhuadhach a' chuirn ri ol;\n An da chois, fo'n ghluin-shios,\n Bha 'dhith an Amadain mhoir.\n12\n\u2019Sin 'n uair labhair Gilmhin og,\n \"\u2019S mor am bron seo thainig ort,\n \u2019S tearc do charaid 'san domhan mhor,\n \u2019S ni neo-oil leo thu 'bhith gun chois.\"\u00a01\n13\n\"Uist a nis a Ghilmhin og,\n Sguir ad' bhron, a's bi nad' thosd;\n Cha bhi cas fo fhear as tir\n Neo gheibh mi fhin mo dha chois.\"\n14\u2020\nDh' imich iad an siud 'nan dis,\n A bhean 'san laoch bu truime trosd;\n Bu luaithe esan air a dha ghluin\n Na seisear air luathas an cos.\n15\nThey heard the hunt in the glen,\n The voice of the hound and music sweet,\n Rapidly chasing the elk (\u00a0190-2)\n On the moorland that suited best.\n16\nOn the moorland that suited best\n Was seen the deer from the mountains wild,\n The red cared and very white hound\n Keenly baying upon his track.\n17\nSwiftly he gave a dart,\n That sudden cast with his keen blade,\n There was driven by force of the hero's hand\n The spear through the deer's two sides.\n18--FOOL.\nThey caught hold of the white stag-hound,\n And out of hand put him on leash.\n \"Be there making music by me,\n Till one come after thee from the chase.\"\n19--BARD.\nThere was seen descending a glen\n A Gruagach in full splendour of gold,\n Hand on blade on his left side,\n And his two spears and his shield in his grasp.\n20\nCertes they asked a tale from him,\n Or what road the stranger used.\n * They took an alternate tale about\n * What was the land where they used to be.\nChual iad an fhaghaid 's a' ghleann\n Guth gadhair ann a 's binn ceol\n A' ruith na h-eilid gu than\n Air an fhireach a b' fhearr doigh.\nAir an fhireach a b' fhearr doigh,\n Chunnacas fiadh o bheannaibh borb,\n \u2019S gadhar cluas-dearg gle gheal\n A' tabhann gu geur 'na lorg.\nThug esan sitheadh gu grad;\n An urchair chlis ud le lann geur;\n Th\u00e1rtadh, le neart lamh an laoich,\n An t-sleagh roimh dha thaobh an Fheidh.\n18\nBheir iad air a' ghadhar bh\u00e1n,\n \u2019S air a laimh gu 'n chuir air eill.\n \"Bi tu agam deanadh ciuil\n Gu 'n d' thig fear o 'n iuil a' d' deigh.\"\n19\nChunnacas a' tearnadh le gleann\n Gruagach ann lan dearsadh \u00f2ir\n Lamh air lann air a thaobh cli,\n 'S a dha shleagh 's a sgiath 'na dhorn.\nDh' fhoighneachd iad sgeul deth gu beachd,\n Na co 'n r\u00f2d a chleachd an aoidh?\n * Gabh iad sgeula dheth mu seach,\n * Ciod i n' tir a'n do chleachd a bhi.\n21--GRUAGACH.\n\"Ridire Corcair is my name,\n And on each spot I have victory won.\n I am the Gruagach of the white stag-hound\n That has fallen into thine hand.\"\n22--FOOL.\n\"Thou Gruagach of the handsomest mien,\n I will give thee assurance of this\n That Gruagach of the white stag-hound\n Shall not henceforth be said to thee.\n23.\n\"Will't not suffice thee, mighty son,\n A make-weight or two to be in the scale?\n As the whole of the hunt is beneath thy power\n To leave the white stag-hound with me.\n24--GRUAGACH.\n\"It is I, indeed, who made the hunt,\n As the idiot is wrathful and fierce,\n Whichever one is of strongest hand,\n His be the white stag-hound and the deer.\"\n25 1\n\"Since my stag-hound has fallen to thee,\n And thy feet are awanting,\n Food and clothing take thy desire\n I would give that to thee and thy wife.\n26--GILVEEN.\n\"Accept that, said Gilveen young,\n And give the white stag-hound to him,\"\n \"I'll give him, and a speckled hound,\n And if it pleased thee, a greater thing.\"\n21\n\"Ridire Corcair b'e m' ainm,\n \u2019S air gach ball gu 'n d' thug mi buaidh.\n \u2019S mise gruagach a' ghadhair bh\u00e0n\n A tharladh ann an laimh thu;\"\n22\n\"A Ghruagach ud a 's ailne dealbh\n Bheir mise 'dhearbhadh sin duit,\n Nach bi gruagach gadhair bain\n As an seo ri r\u00e0dh riut.\"\n23\n\"Nach fhoghainn leatsa 'Mhice mhoir\n Leatrom no dha 'bhith 'san roinn,\n \u2019S an t-seilg uile 'bhith fo d' bhinn,\n \u2019S an gadhar b\u00e0n a leiginn leam.\"\n24\n\"\u2019S mise sin a rinn an t-seilg;\n Mar tha'n t-Amadan garg, dian;\n 'S ge b' e neach a's treise lamh\n 'S leis an gadhar b\u00e0n 's am fiadh.\"\n25\n\"\u2019S o tharlladh mo ghadhar ort,\n Agus do chosan gu d' dh\u00ecth,\n Biadh a's aodach, gabh d'a reir,\n Bheirinn dhuit fhein 's do d' mhnaoi.\n26\n\"Gabh siud,\" arsa Gilmhin og,\n \u2019S an gadhar b\u00e1n a thoirt dh\u00f3.\"\n \"Bheiream agus gadhar breac,\n \u2019S na' b' aill leat na bu mh\u00f3.\"\n27--BAIRD.\nThen wended they on the three,\n Under the guidance of the man.\n He raised in the hollows of his shield\n The sling-shaft (\u00a0190-3), and the woman, and the deer.\n28\nThen was seen, appearing aside,\n A still city filled with the glitter of gold,\n And there was no hue that eye hath seen\n That was not in plenty the court within.\n29--FOOL.\nThen asked the mighty fool,\n \"What was the city of gold by the way,\n Of noblest form and most beauteous mien.\n Shall I find out from whence it came?\"\n30--GRUAGACH.\n\"Gold Yellow City is its name,\n From Mount Modest and glens of gloom,\"\u00a01\n And there are in it of guileful men,\n But I only and my single dame.\n31\u2020\n\"Yonder glen that thou camest through,\n Full of glamour it is always,\n But little it has taught to me\n But to behold the worth of my dame.\n32\u2020\n\"A young wife that I found in the tower,\n The sight of an eye no better was,\n Whiter than very snow is her form,\n Gentle her eye and her teeth like a flower.\"\n27\nDh' imich iad, an sin 'nan triuir,\n Anns an iuil a rin am fear;\n Thog e 'n crannagaibh a sgiath\n An crann-tabhuill, 's am fiadh, 's a' bhean.\nChunnacas a' tighinn ri taobh\n Cathair chaomh 's lan dearsadh oir\n \u2019S cha robh dath a chunnaic suil\n Nach robh anns a' chuirt na 's leoir.\n29\nDh' fhoighneachd an t-Amadan mor,\n \"Co i 'chathair oir, ri 'h-iuil,\n A's breagh cruth 's is ailne dreach?\n 'S am faigh mi mach co dheth a t\u00f9s?\"\n30\n\"\u2019Chathair orbhuidh gu 'm b' e 'h-ainm\n O Dhun Tuirbh 's o ghleannta Smol,\n \u2019S cha 'n 'eil innt' a dh'fhearaibh f\u00f2il\n Ach mise f\u00f2s a's m' aona bhean.\u00a01\n31\n\"An gleann sin roimh d' thainig thu trid\n Lan de dhraodhachd tha e 'ghnath;\n \u2019S beag a dh' fhaoghluim e dhomh fhein\n Ach 'bhith 'g amharc beus mo mhn\u00e1.\n\"Bean og a fhuair mi 'san tur\n Nach robh amhare s\u00f9l na b' fhearr;\n \u2019S gile na gach sneachd a corp,\n \u2019S mall a rosg, 's a deud mar bhlath.\"\n33 *--LADY.\nThe dame of exceeding beauty blessed\n The Gruagach so lovely and brown.\n \"Who is the lady stately and young,\n Or the big man thou hast yielded to?\"\n34 *--GRUAGACH.\n\"The mighty Fool is his name,\n And his wife is the young Fairfine;\n The men of the world are at his beck,\n And the yielding to him was mine.\"\n35 *--LADY.\n\"I think marvellous what thou say'st,\"\n So said the young Fairfine;\n \"If the men of the world are at his beck,\n That he'd let his legs go with them.\"\n36 *--GRUAGACH.\n\"I'll give thee my word, oh dame,\n That the men of the world are at his beck\n And were it not glamour of Comain cross,\n He'd not let his legs go with them.\"\n37\n\"And now that I may go to the chase,\n To the ruddy mountains and glens of gloom,\n Do thou watch, my brother of love,\n My house, my wife, and my store of gold!\n38\n\"So long as I am without,\n Do thou nor slumber or droop thy head.\n Let never a man within\n Or a man out, if one come in.\"\n33*\nBheannaich a bhean a b' fhearr snuagh\n Do na Gruagach aluinn donn.\n \"Co macan steud gheal og\n No 'm fear mor d'an d' thug thu geill?\"\n34*\n\"An t-amadan mor gur e ainm.\n \u2019S a Gheilbhinn og gur i 'bhean\n Fir an domhain tha gu 'mhein\n \u2019S mise fein gu'n gheill da.\"\n35*\n\"\u2019S ioghnadh leam na tha thu ag radh,\"\n \u2019Se labhair a Gheilbhinn og;\n \"Fir an domhain gu bheil gu' mhein\n \u2019S gu leigeadh e a chasan leo.\"\n36*\n\"Bheir mise mo bhriathra' bhean\n Fir an domhain gu bheil gu mhein;\n \u2019S mar b' e druidheachd Chomain chrois\n Cha leigeadh e a chasan le\u00f2.\"\nGu'n d' theid mise 'nis a shealg\n A bheanntai dearg 's a ghleanntai smol;\n Mathaich thusa, 'bhrathair ghraidh,\n Mo theach, 's mo mhnai, 's mo chuid oir.\nCho fad 's gu'm bi mise muigh\n Na deansa lochd 's na crom do cheann\n Na leig duin' idir a steach;\n Na duine 'mach ma thig ann.'\n39--BARD.\nThey went to the chase the three,\n The dog, and the Gruagach, and the white stag-hound.\n The two fair ones and the great son\n Stayed waiting within the city of gold.\n40--FOOL.\nThen outspoke the hero large,\n \"Gilveen young, here at my head,\n A heavy sleep is enticing me.\n We did not yield up in the glen.\"\n41 *--BARD.\nHe was not long in his sleep\n A Gruagach came in from the way,\n And gave a kiss to the Gruagach's dame,\n And the lady was not ill pleased that he came.\n42\u2020--BARD AND GILVEEN.\nThe young wife sat beneath his head;\n In her mien she pictured a sun,\n And said she to the stalwart youth,\n \"Thou hast slumbered, but not for thy good.\n43\n\"Thou hast slumbered, but not for thy good.\n There came a mighty warrior in\n And gave a kiss to the Gruagach dame;\n Unlucky it is that the stranger came.\"\n44--BARD.\nUp rose the mighty fool,\n To the doorway went he,\n Never struck blacksmith, tinker, or wright\n A door more strongly than the angry wight.\n39\nDh' imich iad a shealg 'nan triuir\n An cu, 's an gruagach, 's an gadhar b\u00e1n;\n An dithis ban 's am macabh mor\n Dh' fhan 's a' chathair oir ri h-iuil.\n40\nSin do labhair Macabh mor,\n \"Ghilmhin og seo aig mo cheann\n Tha 'n cadal trom 'gam bhuaireadh;\n Ni 'n \u00f2bamaid suas 's a' ghleann.\"\n41*\nCha b' fhada bha e na shuain\n Thainig Gruagach a' r\u00f2d a steach\n \u2019S do bhean a Ghruagaich thug e pog\n \u2019S cha b' fhuathach leis an oigh a theachd.\n42\u2020\nGu'n shuidh an og-bhean fo 'cheann\n Mac samhlaih dealbha i ri grein;\n \u2019S thuirt i ris an oglach mhor,\n \"Rinn thu suaimhneas, 's cha b' e t' fheum.\n\"Rinn thu suaimhneas, 's cha b' e t' fheum,\n Thainig gaisgeach treun a steach,\n \u2019S do 'n mhnaoi Ghruagaich thug e pog;\n \u2019S neo-bhuadhach an aoidh a theachd.\"\n44\nDh' eiricn an t-Amadan mor;\n Thun an doruis a ghabh e.\n Cha d' bhuail gobha, ceard, na saor,\n Comhla, 's treise na 'n laoch borb.\n45 *--FOOL.\n\"Unless I were sound enough\n He had not come in from the road,\n Till comes the Gruagach of the golden doon,\n With my will he goes not out.\"\n46--GRUAGACH.\nUp rose the warrior straight and brown,\n And the arms were seized by grasp.\n \"Leave the doorway, stalwart youth,\n Thou art there instead of right.\"\n47\u2020--FOOL.\nThus answered the warrior great\n To the hero of the firm speech,\n \"Till he comes, the Gruagach who is out,\n Thou shalt he in or thy head.\"\n48*\n\"Still will I give my vows,\n Though thou thinkest much of thy speech\n When comes the Gruagach of the golden doon\n He will repay thee for his wife's kiss.\"\n49 *--GRUAGACH.\n\"Wilt not suffice thee, thou mighty man,\n Seven vats full of glittering gold,\n Cattle and horses, and untaxed land,\n Plain of the plains and the woman's doon?\"\n50*\n\"Thou mayest get that, and to boot,\n My tissue vesture and horse,\n Who's as ready on sea as on land,\n If thou wilt but let me go out.\"\n45*\n\"Mur bhithinn a' m' shuain gu leor\n Cha tigeadh e a' rod a steach,\n 'S gus an tig Gruagach dun an oir\n Le mo dheoin cha teid e mach.\"\n46\nDh' eirich an gaisgeach deas, donn,\n \u2019S ghlacadh leis na h-airm 'na dhorn,\n \"Fag an dorus oglaich mhoir;\n An aite coir a bhiodh tu ann.\"\n47\u2020\nAir freagairt do Mhacabh mor,\n Air a' ghaisgeach na gloir theann,\n \"Gu 'n d' thig an gruagach tha muigh\n Bidh tusa steach no do cheann.\"\n\"Bheir mise mo bhriathra fos\n Ge mor leat na bheil thu ag radh;\n Nuair thig Gruagach dun an oir\n Gu'n diol e ort pog a mhna.\"\n49*\n\"Nach foghnadh leatsa mhic a mhoir\n Seachd lan dabhaich 'a dh'or glan\n Crodh a's eich fearann saor\n Raon nan raon a's dun nam ban.\"\n\"Gheibheadh tu sin a's ni 's m\u00f3\n Mo chulaidh shroil agus m' each\n \u2019S co deas leis muir agus t\u00ecr\n A chionn mo ligeadh a mach.\"\n51 *--FOOL.\n\"Still will I give my vows,\n Though thou thinkest much of thy speech\n When comes the Gruagach of the tissue cloak,\n He will repay thee for his wife's kiss.\"\n52--GRUAGACH.\n\"From the Gruagach of the Cup I got\n Thy one foot to let me in;\n I'll blow it beneath thee with joy\n If thou leave the way to go out.\"\n53--BARD.\nWith his own magic he blew\n His one foot beneath him as ever it was,\n And said the Gruagach, who was wise,\n \"It is time for me now to depart.\"\n54--FOOL.\nThus answered the warrior great,\n \"A little stay yet for a slow space,\n The other foot for a sturdy step,\n I'll take from thee or thy head.\"\n55--GRUAGACH.\nWhen the hero was in hard straits,\n He suddenly sprang to the breast of his dame;\n \"My comeliness I throw upon thee,\n Guard me my feet and my hand.\"\n56 \u2020--FOOL.\n\"If death be a terror to thee,\n For the poor wife of most beauteous mien,\n The other foot thou wouldst give away\n A refuge in that hour for thy head.\"\n51 *\n\"Bheir mise mo bhriathra fos\n Ge mor leat na bheil thu ag radh\n Gu'n tig Gruagach a bhrait shroil\n 'S gu'n diol c ort pog a mhna.\"\n52\n\"Fhuair mi o ghruagach a' chuirn\n Do leith chos a m' leig a steach;\n Seideam fodhad i gu m' dheoin,\n \u2019S ma leigeas an r\u00f2d a mach.\"\n53\nSh\u00e9id esan le dhraodhachd fhein\n A leith-chos foidh mar bha i riamh\n \u2019S thuirt an gruagach a bha glic,\n \"Gur tim dhomh bhith nis a triall.\"\n54\nAir freagairt do Mhacabh mor,\n \"Stad beag fathasd gu f\u00f2il mall;\n A chas eile gu ceum cruaidh\n Bheir mise uait no do cheann.\"\n55\u2020\n\u2019Nuair a bha 'n gaisgeach an c\u00e0s cruaidh,\n Duibh leum gu, luath ri uchd na mnai,\n \"Tilgidh mi mo chuimrin (\u00a0190-4) ort;\n Dion domh mo chosan 's mo lamh.\"\n56\u2020\n\"Ma 's h-eagal leat am b\u00e0s,\n Do 'n ghraidh-bhean a's ailne dealbh\n A' chas eile bheireadh tu uait;--\n Didean, air an uair, dho d' cheann.\"\n57 \u2020--BARD.\nHe was not allowed to come to words,\n When the great one was upon him,\n And unless t' other foot was given him\n Slice in two! ere he could cry for Fionn.\n50 *--GRUAGACH.\nThen with his own glamour he put\n His two legs under him as they were,\n And said the Gruagach, who was wise,\n \"It is time for me now to begone.\"\n59--FOOL.\n\"These feet I have now got below\n I yield not to thee nor to them,\n The day will not come that thou goest out,\n Till comes the Gruagach of the golden doon.\"\n60--GRUAGACH.\n\"I am the Gruagach of the golden doon,\n And great is my boast of thy good will,\n And (I am) the Gruagach of the white stag hound\n That fell into thy hand,\n61 \u2020\n\"And that took these feet off thee\n To try thy courage and thy force;\n I blow them beneath thee again,\n Right as straight as thou wert.\"\n62 *\n\"Youth of most beauteous mein,\n I esteem thee great in each thing;\n It was I took thy leg off thee\n To try thy valour and mind.\"\n57t\nCha d' leigeadh gu focail dh\u00f2\n Nuair bha 'm fear mor as a chionn;\n 'S gun a chos eile thoir dh\u00f2,\n Sgiol na dh\u00f2 ma 'n goirear Fionn.\n58*\nChuir e'n sin l\u00e8 dhruideachd fein\n A dha chos fodha mar bha, iad riamh\n S thu'irt an Gruagach a bha glic\n \"\u2019S mithich a nis a bhi triall.\"\n59\n\"Na casan seo fhuair mi fodham\n Cha leig mi leat iad na leo.\n Cha d' thig an la a theid thu mach\n Gus an d' thig gruagach Dhun an oir.\"\n60\n\"\u2019S mise gruagach Dhun an oir,\n \u2019S bu mhor mo bhosd as do ruin,\n Agus gruagach gadhair bh\u00e0in\n A tharladh ann an lamh thu.\n61 t\n\"\u2019S a thug na cosan ud diot\n A dhearbadh do ghniomh a's do lugh;\n Seideam fodhad iad a r\u00ecs\n Cheart cho direach 's a bha thu.\"\n\"Oganaich is ailte dreach\n Gur mor mo bheach ort 's gach cuis;\n \u2019S gur mi bhun do chasan d' iot\n A dhearbhadh do ghniomh 's do thurn.\"\n63--BARD.\nThen they laid hold hand on hand,\n Love on love, and good will on good will,\n One little tale on the dames,\u00a01\n A wondrous tale heard without a lie.\n(190-1) F\u00e0s, empty. R\u00f2s, a flower--probably the cap is called a flower.\n(190-2) The word is translated hind, roe, etc. It is the same word as elk, but it means a stag here.\n(190-3) Crann tabhail is translated \"sling\" in Armstrong; but tabhail, according to the same authority, is \"catapult;\" \"Crann\" is a tree. It seems, then, that the word means some instrument made partly of wood, and used in the chase; and I suspect it means cross-bow. Men are represented on the sculptured stones of Scotland shooting with cross-bows. See p. 100.\n(190-4) Cuimeir, neat, trim, well-formed, elegance; cuimrin, my elegance, my elegant self.\n63\nRug iad an sin lamh air lamh;\n Gaol air ghaol a's m\u00ecnn air mh\u00ecnn;\n Aona sgeul beag air na mnai,\u00a01\n Sgeul uamharr' a chualas gun bhreig.\nCAOGAD, fifty. IBH, to drink.\nSIONAN, I do not know this word, unless it is a corruption of sithean, a knoll. STREUBH, I do not know unless it is a strath. The line might be read this way--\nSithean, srath, a's fear a's fonn.\n Knoll, strath, grass, and land.\nSTIOS na lei, I think is slios na lei. LIA, an old name for a stream; on the side of the stream. R\u00d2DH, I suspect, is \"very extensive.\" MACA MNA, is, I think, a superior women.\nS\u00d2ITHEACH UR DAITE na dorn, should be, I think, 'na dhorn.\nH. M\u2018L.\nOn the authority of Armstrong, and taking similar words, I have put a meaning on the doubtful line, but I am not sure that it is correct. See various readings, footnote.\nJ. F. C.\nGaelic omitted\n...\n170:1 Of flaming gold.\n171:1 A dh'or laiste.\n172:1 They'll not weep thy want of feet.\n173:1 S cha bhron leo thu bhi gun chos.\n176:1 There seems to be some description of a fight wanting here, unless the Gairloch version is right.\n\"It is I myself who made the hunt,\"\n So said the fool fiercely.\n178:1 Perhaps \"Glannasmoil,\" in the county of Dublin, where Fenian legends are localized.\n179:1 A chathair orruidh, and Dungarbh (Gairloch version), comain chrois; a name incomprehensible.\nTogether, like the fellowship of the Fane.\n And so the tale passed away.--(Gairloch.)\nAraon mar chomunn na Feinne\n \u2019S dh'imich an sgeul mar sin.","title":"Popular Tales of the West Highlands Vol. III: The Lay of the Great Fool","type":"page"}