The Last Raid. (A.D. 1381)

Ah, Deel!
Though much you may have to steal, 
  I give you my word without lie
That all between Feale and Deel—

And you, Maigue!
Though robbers might pillage and plague,
  If I had power over all
That lies between Feale and Maigue—

But Suir, Suir!
Whatever may rest secure
  From the banks of Maigue to Deel
And all from Dunquin to the Suir—

Munster! All silver and gold
  That raiding bands might take;
Plunder of people and priest,
  Harbour, river and lake—

All, Diarmuid MacCarthy, my friend,
  The King of Muskerry’s son,
Asleep in your cold bed—
All went when you were gone!

Source: Sunday Independent, 1962-09-22, p.8