part 2

High tents were erected, and white and grey pavilions of blue and green branches, they erected tabernacles.

Every host was formed into ranks and cleverly into camps, and every valiant chief of troops was giving encouragement to his own company.

There the gentle men closed in over every part of the plain -- not negligently nor falsely, but like brave men capable of fighting.

Fierce William [Brophy] caught McManus, he doubled him up in a knot, there was not a bone left in his bottom that was not broken.                                                                                                                                  15

He made smithereens of five ugly men of McManus's people; the hammering of his vigour on their bodies was like thunder.

Then John Harris said, while sitting on swift stately steed: "Go away, you stranger, where is Domhnall Óg for action?

"Woe is me! if this swift warrior of the great deeds were no doubt alive, he would be at the head of the hosts in the camp.

"Since he is not alive who would go down on behalf of my uncle, though they are like stones in water, here I go to join you in the dross."

Here is what Peter Wallis said: "Those who are not defeated, rout them into a trap, those who survived the contest against the skeletons of the peas."         20

Tomás McCann said, and he full of beer and cake from his stomach up to his neck like the big bag of the pipes:

"Where are the people of the potatoes, the people of the spade and the shovel, the stock of the whey and fraughans, the people of the cheese without cream?"

When he had finished his saying, the churl had brown George in his fist, and he tumbled six valiant men angrily on the road.

The oven-stick [ladle] was in his knobby claw, and he overthrew nineteen men of the potato feasters with it.

With a spike he hit Matthew Nolan angrily in the forehead -- a big man, Nolan, well able for fight.                                    25