Ten years to Lorn, by which was renown, In the sovereignty of Oirir Alban, After Lorn the generous and strong Seven and twenty years to Fergus. Domangart, son of the great Fergus, Had the number of five terrible years. Twenty-four years without a fight Were to Comghall son of Domangart. Two years of success without contempt After Comghall to Gobhran. Three years with five without division Was king Conall son of Comghall. Four and twenty peaceful years Was king Aodhan of many songs. Ten years with seven, a true tale, In sovereignty Eochy buy. Connchadh Cearr a quarter, star of renown, Sixteen years to his son Ferchar, After Ferchar, see the poems, Thirteen years to Donald. After Donald breac of the shouts, Was Conall, Dungal ten years, Thirteen years Donald Donn After Dungal and Conall. Maolduin, son of Conall of spoils, Seventeen years to him rightfully. Ferchar fadd, see you it Spent one year over twenty. Two years was Eochy of steeds, Bold was the king of palaces. One year was king after that Aincellach the good, son of Ferchar. Seven years was Dungal the impetuous, And four to Ailpin. Three years Murdoch the good, Thirty to Aodh as high chief. Eighty, not feeble Years did Donald spend. Two years Conall, a noble course, And four another Conall. Nine years Constantine the mild, Nine Angus over Alban, Four years the excellent Aodh, And thirteen Eoghanan. Thirty years Kenneth the hardy, Four Donald of ruddy face, Thirty years with effect To the hero, to Constantine. Two years, sad their complexion, To his brother Aodh the youthfully fair, Donald, son of Constantine the mild, Spent a year above four. Constantine, bold was his conflict Spent forty and six. Malcolm four years. Indulf eight in high sovereignty. Seven years Dubhoda the impetuous, And four Cuilen. And twenty-seven over all the tribes To Kenneth the son of Malcolm. Seven years Constantine, listen, And four to Macduff, Thirty years, the verses mark it, Was king of Monaidh, Malcolm. Six years was Duncan of pure wisdom, Seventeen years the son of Finlay, After him Macbeth with renown, Seven months in sovereignty Lulach. Malcolm is now the king, Son of Duncan the yellow-coloured, His time knoweth no one But the knowing one who is knowing, Ye learned. Two kings over fifty, listen, To the son of Duncan of coloured face, Of the seed of Erc the noble, in the east, Possessed Alban, ye learned.