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