Conall, the choicest of the sons — I speak of the pick of the troop — took possession long ago of the household whence he sprang; Conall gave Eoghan territory. Of a truth they came to Teamhair — they had reached as far as Eas Eidhnigh; he spread his warrior-band grimly before the troop of the Offspring of warlike Niall. Conall of the heroes is chosen — it was not a clamour without result — the stately, virile, pure prince, by election the place of Niall of Teamhair was his.

You say, " Where goest thou? " I cannot tell,
And still go on. If but the way be straight,
It cannot go amiss! before me lies
Dawn and the Day; the Night behind me; that
Suffices me; I break the bounds; I see ,
And nothing more; believe , and nothing less.
My future is not one of my concerns.

When you have finished, lady fair,
We will together play an air
On all the notes from bass to middle:
I'll be your beau and you my fiddle.

Your eyes light up all eyes,
Your lips all lips allure;
One glance enslaves the wise,
One touch makes triumph sure.

Quench thy fire, linkman Love,
'Tis not right on one to turn,
Either now thy torch remove
Or make two hearts burn.

Proud Damsel, when you come to tub me,
Such burning currents through me flow,
You scarcely have begun to rub me,
When I am all aglow.

You with the roses,
What have you to sell?
Say, may we buy your posies
And you as well?
For all the roses' grace
Is in your face.

Beauty's but a painted fly.
If to keep a man you wish,
Charm's the hidden mystery
That will hook your fish.

Once you called me " Sweet " and " Honey ,"
Ere in French we learned to woo;
Now your name for me is " Donney ,"
Mine for you is just " Na Poo ."

" Fly from Love" — 'Tis useless pain;
Love has wings.
" Drive him from you" — All in vain;
Like a wasp he comes again,
And he stings.