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Stephen Dunford: The Journey of The IrIsh
O dear are the images my memory calls up Of Brian Boru!-how he never would miss
To give me at the banquet the first bright cup! Ah! Why did he heap on me honour like this? Why, O Kincora?
I am Mac Liag and my home is on the lake: Thither often to that palace whose beauty is fled Came Brian to ask me, and I went for his sake:
O my grief! That I should live and Brian be dead! Dead, O Kincora!
(Kincora 3/11-Translated from the Irish by James Clarence Mangan)