Seven trumpeters strode on the road before, with colour their cloaks were bright, And their coats, that shone with the gauds they wore, flashed back as they met the light; On trumpets of silver and gold they blew, and sweet was the trumpets’ sound, And their hair, soft and yellow, like fairy threads, shone golden their shoulders round.

Three jesters marched in the van, their-crowns were of silver, by gilt concealed, And emblems they. carried of quaint device, engraved on each jester’s shield; They had staves which with crests were adorned, and ribs down their edges in red bronze ran; Three harp-players moved by the jesters’ sides, and each was a kingly man.  All these were the gifts that the fairy gave, and gaily they made their start, And to Croghan’s[FN#3] hold, in that guise so brave, away did the host depart.

[FN#3] Pronounced Crow-han.

On the fort stands a watchman to view them,
And thus news down to Croghan he calls: 
“From yon plain comes, in fulness of numbers,
A great army to Croghan’s high walls;
And, since Ailill the throne first ascended,
Since the day we hailed Maev as our Queen,
Never army so fair nor so splendid
Yet hath come, nor its like shall be seen.”

“’Tis strange,” said he,” as dipped in wine,
So swims, so reels my head,
As o’er me steals the breath divine
Of perfume from them shed.”

“A fair youth,” said he, “forth with them goeth,
And the grace of such frolicsome play,
And such lightness in leap as he showeth
Have I seen not on earth till to-day: 
For his spear a full shot’s length he flingeth,
Yet the spear never reacheth to ground,
For his silver-chained hounds follow after,
In their jaws is the spear ever found!”
The Connaught hosts without the fort
To see that glory rushed: 
Sixteen within, of baser sort,
Who gazed, to death were crushed.

To the fort came the youths, from their steeds they leapt, for the steeds and the stabling cared, And they loosed the hounds that in leash they kept, for the hunt were the hounds prepared; Seven deer, seven foxes and hares, they chased to the dun on Croghan’s plain, Seven boars they drave, on the lawn in haste the game by the youths was slain:  With a bound they dashed into Bree, whose flood by the lawns of Croghan flows; Seven otters they caught in its stream, and brought to a hill where the gateway rose.

’Twas there that Fraech and the princes sat at the castle-gate to rest, And the steward of Croghan with Fraech would speak, for such was the king’s behest:  Of his birth it was asked, and the men he led all truth to the herald spake:  “It is Idath’s son who is here,” they said, and they gave him the name of Fraech.  To Ailill and Maev went the steward back of the stranger’s name to tell; “Give him welcome,” said they:  “Of a noble race is that youth, and I know it well; Let him enter the court of our house,” said the king, the gateway they opened wide; And the fourth of the palace they gave to Fraech, that there might his youths abide.