Queen Mave's Envoys

Queen
"Come ye home with honour,
Envoys to King Conor;

How fared ye afar?
Doth E mania stay him?
Do its feasts delay him?
Fears he that we slay him?

Comes he wild for war?"

Envoys
"Ulster is not sitting,
Feasting were not fitting,

Foes they face at Brea:
They will never sunder
Till they take their plunder,
Till they reach like thunder

Cairbre" and the sea."

Queen
"They shall flee and fear us,
If they venture near us,

How their heads shall fall!
If that man advances,
Strong are Leinster's lances,
I disdain his glances,

Stir I not at all."

Envoys
"Great our champions' story
If they share the glory,
Weapons shall be gory
Red on Ros-na-ree."

Queen
"Here, if come King Conor,
Back shall turn his banner,
Low shall lie his honour,

Vanquished shall he be."