Exile Of The Sons Of Uisliu

Exile Of The Sons Of Uisliu
A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice
His singing was ever sweet
Noisiu's grave has now been made
And the accompaniment was mournful
For him I poured out
Hero of heroes,
The deadly drink that killed him
Dear his short shining hair
A handsome man, even very beautiful
Dear the grey eyes that women loved
Fierce they were foes