The Courtship of Ferb
My man of worth for all my days,
My Mani More, great Alill's son—
Not once mine eyes to his to raise—
I cannot bear it, life is done!
Upon his purple robe I look,
His royal garb, and know with grief
That none that vesture from him took
Since first he stood, a weaponed chief.
He on the ground, his hand lies near,
Cut by a blow some foeman dealt;
And in a hero stands his spear.
His head, it hangs at Conor's belt!
The heavy sword he well could wield
Has Conor taken far from hence;
And, where he fell, there lies his shield
Wherewith for all he made defence.
Thrice fifty warriors lie around,
Alas! they no protection gave;
They sighed to leave their native ground.
But bravely died, their prince to save.
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