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    <title>Ferg026</title>
    <updated>Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15</updated>
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    <collections>Conary</collections>
    <contributor>Linen Hall Library</contributor>
    <coverage>1880</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Saturday, March 12, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Ferg026</identifier>
    <itemdescription>Manuscript</itemdescription>
    <keywords>Duftach, Ferflath, Govnan</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>﻿Roll outward ; and the clash and clamour heard
Of falling foes before ; and, over it,
The yelling pibroch ; but, anon, the din
Grew distant and more distant ; and they heard
Instead, at every door new onset loud,
And cry of &quot; Fire ! &quot; &quot; Bring fire ! &quot; 

&quot; Behoves us make
A champion-circuit of the house at large,&quot;
Said Conary. &quot; Thou, Duftach, who, I see,
Can&#039;st hardly keep the weapon in thy hand
From flying on these caitiffs of itself.
Lead thou, and take two cohorts of the guard,
And let another piper play you on.&quot;
&quot; I fear them, these red pipers,&quot; said the boy.
&quot; Peace, little Ferflath, thou art but a child,&quot;
Said Duftach. &quot; Come, companions ( — patience,
spear ! — )
Blow up the pibroch ; warriors, follow me ! &quot;
And forth they went, and with them rushed amain
Senchad and Govnan and the thick-hair&#039;d three
Of Pictland with a shout ; and all who heard
Deemed that the spear of Keltar shouted too
The loudest and the fiercest of them all.
So issued Duftach&#039;s band : the hosts within
Heard the commotion and the hurtling rout
Half round the house, and heard the mingling scream
Of pipes and death-cries far into the night ;
But distant and more distant grew the din.
And Duftach came not back : but thronging back
Came the assailants, and at every door
Joined simultaneous battle once again. 
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