IIA rowan tree grew on Loch Mève—
Southwards is seen the shore— Every fourth and every month Ripe fruit the rowan bore:
Fruit more sweet than honey-comb,
Its clusters’ virtues strong,
Its berries red could one but taste Hunger they staved off long.
Inghean Orla 58 as úr folt Is Fraoch an nochd taobh air thaobh
57 Recte Maoidhbh.
58 Recte Ailell’.
Ge mór fear dha’ dtairgeadh i Nior ghrádhaich si fear ach Fraoch.
Faigheas Meadhbh a muigh fuath
Cairdeas Fhraoich fa fearr an gliadh, A’ chúis fa’n chreuchd-ta a chorp Tre gun lochd a dhèanamh ria.
Do chuireadh e gu sa’ bhás
Taobh re mnaibh na tug an olc
Is mór am pudhar a thuit le Meadhbh Inneósad gun cheilg a nos.
H-osnadh.
