IICaorrunn do bhi air Loch Mái,
Do chidhmist an traigh fa dheas; Gach[a] ráidh [agus] gach mí, Toradh abaidh do bhi air.
Sásadh bídh na caora sin,
Ba mhillse na mhil a bhláth;
Do chongbhfadh an caorrann dearg Fear gun bhiadh gu ceann naoi tráth.
Its berries’ juice and fruit when red For a year would life prolong: From dread disease it gave relief If what is told be our belief.
Yet though it proved a means of life
Peril lay closely nigh;
Coiled by its root a dragon lay Forbidding passage by.
A messenger for Fraoch was sent By Eochaidh's daughter keen— When sickness sore Mève rent:
"What ails?" quoth Fraoch, "the Queen?"
And Eochaidh's daughter made reply—
Eochaidh of the festive horns—
That ne’er would she be whole
Till her soft palm were full
Of berries from the
