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Loneliness was all she knew, |
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Because of her |
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God sent beauty. |
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Evil and carnage were sure to ensure, |
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Her death was |
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Conchobars duty. |
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The high king |
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Conchobar would not dare, |
[18 yrs. Later] |
So he did her away from his people. "Deirdre will live and grow up fair, then marry me in my temple". |
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She was disgusted by |
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Conchobar, |
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And vowed she would not be wed. "I love only the man who bears the colours- Black white and blood red". "I know such man!", her aide explained but |
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Deirdre could only hope. |
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Uisneach's sons were led to the forest, |
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With Naoise, she would elope. |
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No place was safe for the four exiles, |
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They left |
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Eireann with heavy hearts. |
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But to see her face and see her smile, |
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Gave the brothers strength to depart. |
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In Albas' hills they made their home. |
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And began a simple life. |
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Local hatred had suddenly grown, |
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Men wanted her as a wife. |
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Conchobar dreamed of |
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Deirdre his true love, |
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He longed for the touch of her skin. |
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His duties neglected, his life so affected, "Why did she leave the court of the King?". |
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After some time he explained he was wrong, |
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Or so we were led to believe. "This sorrowful song I have sung for too long, Naoise agus Deirdre I now forgive". |
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Naoise always longed to go back home. |
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When he heard the news he wept. |
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The brothers prepared for the journey ahead, |
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With Fergus |
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Mac Roth they all left. |
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The exiles returned to the |
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King alone, |
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And knew there was something not right. |
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Conchobar made his plans be known, |
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The brothers took up the fight. |
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The exiles fled to the sorrowful forest, |
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Foloowed by the king's men. |
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Deirdre was hidden but they needed rest, |
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They could not fight again. |
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Naoise smelt death and he quietly said- "Please Deirdre stay where you are". |
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A belt of a sword and the brothers fell dead, |
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Deirdre smelt blood on the air. [Conchobar:] "Cannot you see, I did this for you, our wedding can now take place". |
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They left for |
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Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew, |
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In a chariot she felt deaths embrace. "I am Deirdre, for a short time alive, to end life be evil, 'tis worse to survive". |
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From the chariot she fell to her death, |
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To be with |
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Naoise, to smell his sweet breath. |