Unidentified Gaelic poem

"The players assembled, twelve fine, hearty men, They strapped on their cauldrons, stood poised to fly, At the sound of the horn they were swiftly airborne But ten of their number were fated to die."

- Gaelic poem

This eleventh-century Gaelic poem features Creaothceann in its first verse.

Appearances

 * Quidditch Through the Ages