A Sassenach assembles words and lines In order, disciplined, like hammer-falls Upon reluctant steel in armories The beat and off-beat in formation set
A Celt sings challenges carelessly into the eagle-skies To soar among the storms in sorrow and in joy Laughing among full cups of heathery vowels Claidheamh-mor swinging against blank verse in English helmets
An Englishman sends words to fight and work A Celt persuades wild words to fight and dream