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The Exile Of The Sons Of UisliuA wave the sound of Noisiu's voiceHis 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 |