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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 |