“Do mac Chollbrain ba mór baíss
torgad a láme fri haíss;
dorratat toinn usci glain
for Nechtán for mac Collbrain.”
For Collbran’s son great was the folly
To lift his hand against age
Without any one casting a wave of pure water
Over Nechtan, Collbran’s son.
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