O you all scholars of Alba
You educated people, with blond hair
What was the first invasion do you know,
Who conquered the land of Alba?
Albain conquered it, many his men,
He was the famous son of Isacon,
He and Brutus were brothers without a lie
From him Alba of ships is named.
Brutus banishes his bold brother
On the stormy sea of Icht.
Brutus conquered noble Alba
Until the tumultuous promontory of Fotudan.
Long after Brutus the prosperous, the good,
The race of Neimhidh conquered it,
Erglan, after getting out of his ship
After the destruction of the Conaing Tower.
The Cruithne conquered it after that
Coming from the plains of Erin,
Seventy of their noble kings
Took the Cruithne Plain.
Cathluan was the first king among them,
I tell you briefly,
The last king among them was
The brave hero Constantine.
The children of Eochadh after them
Seized Alba after a great fight,
The children of Conair, the gentle man,
The choice of the mighty Gael.
Three sons of Erc the son of Eochadh the valiant,
Three who had received the blessing of Patrick,
Seized Alba; great was their courage,
Lorn, Fergus and Angus.
Ten years for Lorn, for whom the fame was,
In the sovereignty of Oirir Alba,
After Lorn the generous and courageous
Seven and twenty years in Fergus.
Domangart, son of the noble Fergus,
Received the lot of five terrible years.
Twenty-four years without a fight
For Comghall son of Domangart.
Two years of success without contempt
After Comghall for Gobhran.
Three years five times, without division
Was King Conall son of Comghall.
Four and twenty years of possession
For King Aodhan with many disagreements.
Ten years with seven, a glorious career,
In all sovereignty Eochaidh Buidhe.
Famously renowned quarterback Connchadh Cearr,
Sixteen years to his son Ferchar,
After Ferchar, see the poems,
Thirteen years to Donald.
After Donald Breac of cities,
Conall, Dungal, ten years old,
Thirteen year old Donald Donn
After Dungal and Conall.
Maolduin, son of Conall of the spoils,
Seventeen years for him, and rightly so.
Ferchar fadd, do you see it
Passed a year after twenty.
Two years for Eochaidh of the couriers,
Bold was the king of the palace.
A year was king after that
Aincellach the good, son of Ferchar.
Seven years was the impetuous Dungal,
And four for Alpin.
Three year old Murdoch the good,
Thirty for Aodh as the great chief.
Eighty years old, without weakness,
Donald reigned.
Two years Conall, a noble journey,
And four another Conall.
Nine years, Contantin the sweet,
And nine, for Angus on Alba,
Four years, Aodh the noble,
And thirty, Eogan.
Thirty years Kenneth the bold,
Four red-faced Donald,
Thirty years, in his power,
For the hero, for Constantine.
Two years, sad how they unfolded,
To his brother Aodh the just full of youth,
Donald, the son of Constantine the gentle,
Reigned four times a year.
Constantine, severe was his fight
Reigned six and twice twenty years.
Four-year-old Malcolm.
Indulf eight in high sovereignty.
Seven-year-old Dubhoda the impetuous,
And four, Cuilen.
And twenty-seven out of all the clans
For Kenneth, son of Malcolm.
Seven years Constantine, listen,
And four for Macduff,
Thirty years, the worms note it,
Malcolm was king of Monaidh.
Six years for Duncan the wise,
Seventeen years old, the son of Finlay,
After him, famous Macbeth,
Seven months sovereignty for Lulach.
Malcolm is now king,
Duncan's son with a joyful red face,
Its time no one knows
Apart from the learned, the very learned,
O you scholars.
Two kings over fifty, listen,
Until Duncan's son with a royal face,
Of the descendants of Erc the noble, in the East,
Possessed Alba, O you scholars.
EN 
FR 
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