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Across the dewy morning hills of Eireann |
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Rode Niamh Chinn Oir on a snow-white steed |
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To Oisin poet of the Fianna |
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For she fain would this mortal wed |
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Ride with me to the fairy land of Tir Na Nog |
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For I have long loved you said she |
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And Oisin taken with her beauty |
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He bade farewell to his company |
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They rode through stormy regions far beyond the sea |
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To a land where time had ne'er its harvest reaped |
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And for an age there Oisin lived contented |
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Till longing for his comrades made him weep |
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I cannot help but read these sad dreams in your eyes |
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So you may return to your country |
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And take my blessing with this one command |
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Do not dismount from you fairy steed |
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But when at last he reached that misty island |
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So strange a sight did meet his puzzled frown |
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For Oisin rode as a giant among the people |
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And nowhere were the Fianna to be found |
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He learned from a gathering of workers |
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Together straining with a heavy weights |
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That centuries before his friends had perished |
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Which painful tidings filled him with despair |
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As payment for the news that we have told you |
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Pray help us with this heavy stone to move |
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For if your strength should match your mighty stature |
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Scarce more than a touch enough should prove |
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But the saddle tore as Oisin leaned to help them |
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And sorely he upon the ground was thrown |
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He quickly changed to an aged man |
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And ne'er again laid eyes on Tir Na Nog. |
