Lonergan Fionn o'Flaherty

Behold! the Strange Fellow comes, Stories in his wake, Poetry in his mouth, and History in his keeping.

Leather he tooled into prizes worth winning, for Egils and Amergins and others besides.

Adiantum could use him in Seneschal's duty, he kept Councils timely, and arguments short.

Two Egils he fostered, to make word-fame and profit and lay at the feet of the Two-headed Bear.

And Amergin's Revenge, that weekend of Barding, was Lonergan giving back something of his.

The Summits was happy when Lonergan stood up and unleashed on Kingdom his persuasive tongue.

For birth-gifts he crafted a Royal-signed Charter, a Champion's Baldric, and a Seneschal's time.

A flame-shaggy dealer of death to the Westies, Lono the Laughing just laughs when he dies.

One look at his banner- Saffron Celt cock-a-snoot- Is plenty of warning- Time for an ale.

So, Lono or Lonergan, Which shall it be? You never can tell, so Enjoy the show.