So great was the king's gratitude He embraced conall as a friend And freed the remaining son To this he added His treasured steed And a hefty sack of gold
Conall and his three sons Returned to their land Triumphant and solemn The king vowed to The one with the yellow hand His everlasting friendship Which afforded him Much honor and respect
The three sons Who nearly lost their lives They were sobered And humbled By the experience Wisdom of prudence and maturity Had been learned Though the price was high Never again Were any of the three Given over to impetuosity
