Kincora

AH, where, Kincora! is Brian the Great?

And where is the beauty that once was thine?

Oh, where are the princes and nobles that sate

At the feasts in thy halls, and drank the red wine,

Where, O Kincora?

Oh, where, Kincora! are thy valorous lords?

Oh, whither, thou Hospitable! are they gone?

Oh, where are the Dalcassians of the Golden Swords?

And where are the warriors Brian led on?

Where, O Kincora?

And where is Murrough, the descendant of kings—

The defeater of a hundred—the daringly brave—

Who set but slight store by jewels and rings—

Who swam down the torrent and laughed at its wave?

Where, O Kincora?

And where is Donogh, King Brian’s worthy son?

And where is Conaing, the Beautiful Chief?

And Kian, and Core? Alas! they are gone—

They have left me this night alone with my grief!

Left me, Kincora!