| Ulster - DUL | abeen tha far Sperrin hills. | Phoebus | sat lik a ripened |
| Central - LAL | s arena jist like a bird’s. | Phoebus | ’s rays will melt their wax |
| Central - LAL | weave the finer claith afore | Phoebus | rises again the morn.” An w |
| Central - LAL | er chin in the air like ane o | Phoebus | ’s prood horses afore it set |