Popular tales of the West Highlands : orally collected . obring her the head ofthe wretch to herbreakfast, that she wasthirsting greatly for it. Duanach went, andif he did, it was not atthe back of the Kingof Lochlann he went,but behind Conall. Oh, Conall, saidhe, thou hast not toldme yet if it be thou art nothastening thine hand,but making heavy thy blow! and level that • Bard.—From a cross near wretch that ought to Duppiin. be in a land of holes, or in clefts of rock, or in otterscairns ! Though thou shouldst fall, there would be nowife, or sweetheart crying for thee, and not so wi
Popular tales of the West Highlands : orally collected . obring her the head ofthe wretch to herbreakfast, that she wasthirsting greatly for it. Duanach went, andif he did, it was not atthe back of the Kingof Lochlann he went,but behind Conall. Oh, Conall, saidhe, thou hast not toldme yet if it be thou art nothastening thine hand,but making heavy thy blow! and level that • Bard.—From a cross near wretch that ought to Duppiin. be in a land of holes, or in clefts of rock, or in otterscairns ! Though thou shouldst fall, there would be nowife, or sweetheart crying for thee, and not so withhim. * Conall thought that it was in good purpose theman was for him, and that it was not in bad purpose. * As this is a kind of cliorus, and probably old, I give theoriginal. Nur nach eil thu luaireachadh do laimh, ach a trom-achadh do bhuille, agus a bhiast sin a bo choir a bhi n talamhtoll, na n sgeilpidh chreag na n earn bhiasta dugha leagail! gada thuiteadh tiisa, cha bhiodh bean na leannan a glaoidheadh airdo shon, cha b ionann sin as 232 WEST HIGHLAND TALES. He put his sword nnder the sword of the King ofLoclilann, and he cast it to the skies ; and then hegave a spring himself on his back, and he levelled himon the groimd, and he began to take off his head. Still thy hand, Conall, said Duanach achaidhDraodh, little is his little shambling head worth tothee.*] You are long enough at that game, throw awayyour swords and try another way. They threw aw^aytheir swords, and they put the soft white fists in eachothers breasts ; but they were not struggling long tillConall gave the panting of his heart to the youngKing of Lochlann on the hard stones of the cause-way, t Said Conall to Duanach, Keach liither to me mysword, that I may take off his head. Not I, indeed, said Duanach. It is better forthee to have his head for thyself as it is, than fivehundred heads that thou mightest take out with him promise that he will be (diles duit) a friendto thee. Cona
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