a plea to those gracious beasts who dared to vow beneath heavens cedar tree, and left without tenderness

cirein-cròin of the sea i beg of you, beguile me of how you wept on heavens knees underneath the cedar tree

tell how you slept so gently there together then, of both your fair and then, mind you, she did dare to lay a kiss, and run gentle through your hair

or how you both, laughed and played, in the meadow, on that day, with the wheatgrass’ whipping frays and the dear gold sun’s mild ray

cirein-cròin of the sea i do beg you, answer me how so has it come to be that tears were shed, under heaven’s cedar tree