IVHis body to Cluan Fraoich is borne
A hero on his bier laid low;
And still the mead his name makes known Ah! pity the survivor's woe.
Cairn-of-the-Hand beside me here
Is named from Fraoch Cairn Laive, Back he ne’er turned his hand but fought The foremost when alive.
Belov’d the mouth that friends ne’er scorned
The lips which woman's lips had pressed; Belov’d the chief, of hosts the lord, Belov’d the cheeks the rosiest.
Cheek redder than the blood of fawn
Hair darker than the raven's crest,
And softer than the streaming foam, Whiter than snow Fraoch's waist.
More fringed than meadow-sweet his locks,
Than violet his eye more blue; Than rowans ripe his lips more red, Whiter his teeth than woodbine hue.
