Queen Maeve, jealous of the love of Fraoch for her daughter, sends him on a deadly quest for rowan berries that grow above the dragon’s mouth. Maeve’s daughter, guided by love, delivers a golden blade to Fraoch that helps him slay the beast; sadly, he himself is killed in the fray.
Am béud chuir an Righinn Maibh nan còrn fial
Air Fraoch mac an Fhithich leis an iadach gheur.
Thainig easlainte throm, throm,
Agus chuir i fios gu Fraoch
Labhair i nach biodh i slàn
Ghluais Froach, le ceum ‘aigh
Rug a’ bhéist air anns an tràigh
Thainig inghean ùr nan geal làmh,
Ta osna caraid an cluain Fhraoich,
An gaol a thug inghean Maibh nan còrn fial
The tale of the jealousy of Queen Maeve,
For Fraoch MacFithich, of the sharp blades.
She fell ill, and her sickness lay heavily
She told Fraoch of her malady;
She said that she would not heal
Fraoch proceeded, struggling step by step,
The beast caught him on the beach.
Maeve’s white-handed daughter came,
The sigh of a friend by the burial cairn,
The tale of the love of the daughter of Maeve,