That of Lia Fáil, Bharata!, thy blood now begs Lethe waters!
Tara's Hill is that Conatus' Will of, but, Daksha daughters
For Finn's cupped hand a curative draught denies
νηπενθές (nēpenthés), Iyer, thy nuptials supplies.
Envoi-
Prince! 'Tis as but the high hat of the bird-catcher that thy Crown retains renown. The reason why
Is, when doffed to Erin, tho' Lir grin, or Finn sin, the Shamrock yet e'er rides by.
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