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
Very beautiful

Dear the gray eyes
That women loved
Fierce they were foes
Dear the gray eyes

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