Then the two armies came towards each other, and they were making ready for the attack.  And they saw a beautiful golden-haired woman coming towards them, and she crying and ever crying, and the battle was given up on both sides, waiting for her to come; and the army of Meargach knew it was their queen, Ailne of the Bright Face, and they raised a great cry of grief; and the Fianna were looking at her, and said no word.

And she asked where was her husband, and where were her two sons.  “High Queen,” said Finn then, “for all they were so complete and quick and strong, the three you are asking for fell in fight.”

And when the queen-woman heard that, she cried out aloud, and she went to the place where her husband and her two sons were lying, and she stood over their bodies, and her golden hair hanging, and she keened them there.  And her own people raised a sharp lamentation listening to her, and the Fianna themselves were under grief.

And it is what she said:  “O Meargach,” she said, “of the sharp green spears, it is many a fight and many a heavy battle your hard hand fought in the gathering of the armies or alone.

“I never knew any wound to be on your body after them; and it is full sure I am, it was not strength but treachery got the upper hand of you now.

“It is long your journey was from far off, from your own kind country to Inisfail, to come to Finn and the Fianna, that put my three to death through treachery.

“My grief! to have lost my husband, my head, by the treachery of the Fianna; my two sons, my two men that were rough in the fight.

“My grief! my food and my drink; my grief! my teaching everywhere; my grief! my journey from far off, and I to have lost my high heroes.

“My grief! my house thrown down; my grief! my shelter and my shield; my grief!  Meargach and Ciardan; my grief!  Liagan of the wide chest.

“My grief! my protection and my shelter; my grief! my strength and my power; my grief! there is darkness come from this thing; my grief to-night you to be in your weakness.

“My grief! my gladness and my pleasure; my grief! my desire in every place; my grief! my courage is gone and my strength; my grief from this night out for ever.

“My grief! my guide and my going; my grief! my desire to the day of my death; my grief! my store and my sway; my grief! my heroes that were open-handed.

“My grief! my bed and my sleep; my grief! my journey and my coming; my grief! my teacher and my share; my sorrowful grief! my three men.

“My grief! my beauty and my ornaments; my grief! my jewels and my riches; my grief! my treasures and my goods; my grief! my three Candles of Valour.

“My grief! my friends and my kindred; my grief! my people and my friends.  My grief! my father and my mother; my grief and my trouble! you to be dead.

“My grief my portion and my welcome; my grief! my health at every time; my grief! my increase and my light; my sore trouble, you to be without strength.