Republishing this old verse of mine, part of a series.
When Niall the Third was of Ireland High King
There came underneath his reign
For the freedom of the clans of Ireland
A time of battle with the Dane
And amidst the battles fray
By the Callan rivers bursting banks aflow
A soldier was swept away
To save his life, comrades were sent to go
But quicker then the soldiers proud that he sent
He himself swam him to save
The waters for the warrior king was too strong
The waters now is his grave!
A heroic death of a king
Who died to save the lowest soldier of all
Like Christ died sinners to save
What a noble death to which a warrior can fall!