‘I am all alone before flocks; I get them not, I let them not go; I am alone at cold hours Before many peoples.
‘Let some one say to Conchobar Though he should come to me it were not too soon; Magu’s sons have carried off their kine And divided them among them.
‘There may be strife about one head Only that one tree blazes not; If there were two or three Their brands would blaze.
‘The men have almost worn me out By reason of the number of single combats; I cannot work the slaughter of glorious warriors As I am all alone. I am all alone.’
