MacLeod's Wonted hall
Woeful am I, lacking mirth and lacking melody, in the hall where MacLeod was wont to be.
That was a mansion blithe and festive, thronged with young men and with maidens, where the clangour of the drinking-horns was loud.
Without shelter or guard is thy great and brilliant hall, where I have seen wine a-drinking.
Alas the loss and change! a deluge hath o'erswept the dwelling, and I feel strange and forlorn to be anigh it.
Sir Norman of banners, how rare were a man in mould like thee, from whose lips boast or vaunt was never heard.
In ministering unto every man thou hast won thee fame and fair renown for comeliness and for sweet speech.
For going to traverse the peaked hills thou didst love the active hounds, and the gun that answered readily the trigger.
Unfaltering was thine hand in aiming at the target with thy tough ruddy bow good of hue,
On thine hip a heavy quiver flawlessly shaped, on thine head a crest from the wings of the eagle.
Well waxed would the shafts be, and not feebly were they drawn, when the bowstring leaped from thy fingers.
When it sped from thine hand, not an inch of the shaft from pointed tip to notch but would bury itself in the mark.
A hundred farewells with fond goodwill to him who was wedded to jollity; to me it was joy and delight to be beside thee.
When thou camest to thine homestead, it is thou wert lordly of bearing, what time every friend was placed around thy board.
Among nobles thou wert esteemed, and no trifle distressed thee; such thy usage from the time of thy youth.
The chessmen would rattle and the harp would be sounding, as was meet for MacLeod's noble son.
Thereafter would be chronicled the epic, for a spell, of the Fiann, and of the white-flanked antlered band.
That was a mansion blithe and festive, thronged with young men and with maidens, where the clangour of the drinking-horns was loud.
Without shelter or guard is thy great and brilliant hall, where I have seen wine a-drinking.
Alas the loss and change! a deluge hath o'erswept the dwelling, and I feel strange and forlorn to be anigh it.
Sir Norman of banners, how rare were a man in mould like thee, from whose lips boast or vaunt was never heard.
In ministering unto every man thou hast won thee fame and fair renown for comeliness and for sweet speech.
For going to traverse the peaked hills thou didst love the active hounds, and the gun that answered readily the trigger.
Unfaltering was thine hand in aiming at the target with thy tough ruddy bow good of hue,
On thine hip a heavy quiver flawlessly shaped, on thine head a crest from the wings of the eagle.
Well waxed would the shafts be, and not feebly were they drawn, when the bowstring leaped from thy fingers.
When it sped from thine hand, not an inch of the shaft from pointed tip to notch but would bury itself in the mark.
A hundred farewells with fond goodwill to him who was wedded to jollity; to me it was joy and delight to be beside thee.
When thou camest to thine homestead, it is thou wert lordly of bearing, what time every friend was placed around thy board.
Among nobles thou wert esteemed, and no trifle distressed thee; such thy usage from the time of thy youth.
The chessmen would rattle and the harp would be sounding, as was meet for MacLeod's noble son.
Thereafter would be chronicled the epic, for a spell, of the Fiann, and of the white-flanked antlered band.
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