When the English had heard of Roderic's arrival in Munster, for the purpose of giving them battle, they solicited to their assistance the Galls Ostmen of Dublin; and these made no delay till they came to Thurles.
From glen and wood, the bone and blood of his fierce and fearless clan, In wild array, at dawn of day, o’er Ormond’s plains swept on.
Left and right with sweeping might, the headlong hosts engaged And life ne’er bled, in a strife so red, while that combat of bloodhounds raged.
But as the heave of the mad sea wave is barred by the crag filled shore, So that iron tide, on Durlas’s side, was stopped by King Donald Mór.
There’s revelry high and boisterous joy from Cashel to Shannon’s shore, And Luimneach waits to open the gates, for her conquering Donald Mór.