I'll actually put this one up in the original, since it's in a language unique in this tome. I believe I've translated properly, but Gaelic's tricky. (Translations in parentheses.)
mar chuimhneachan gaolach air Fili (In memory of the Poet)
the trickster will follow him
Oridfal sends forth a champion
Black hands seize the youngest
A tide of red at the moon's height
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