New Name That Breed

[Aspen and Misty]

Here is a poem about the breed.

His stature tall, his body long,
His head like nights, his breast like snow,
His fore-leg pillar like and strong,
His hind-leg like a bended bow,
Rough curling hair, headlong and thin,
His ear like a leaf, so small and round,
Not Bran, the favourite of Finn,
Could rival John MacDonnell's hound.
As fly the shadows, o'er the grass,
He flies with step as light and sure,
He hunts the wolf at Tostan pass,
And stands the deer at Lisanoure
The music of the Sabbath bells,
O Con! has not a sweeter sound,
Than when along the valley swells,
The cry of John MacDonnell's hound.