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A Celtic Mourning
04:03
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The Fianna
04:51
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When evening in Eireann was gray,
Before the dawn we went away,
Their footsteps on hills were heard,
On journey long without a word.
From wilderland to western shore,
Through dragon lair and hidden door,
From northern waste to southern hill,
On darkling woods they walked at will.
With Fionn and Oisin, dwarfe and man,
Bird and bough and beast in den,
With warrior and druid folk,
In secret tongues they spoke.
A deadly sword, a healing hand,
Trumpet voice, a burning brand,
Their backs that bent 'neath their load,
Those warriors on the road.
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A Druids Passing
03:23
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Praying because his life will end soon.
For fifty years he has walked this earth,
For fifty years he has known no shame,
Now he knows it's time to return,
Back to the earth from whence he came.
See the stone circle on the hilltop,
Shining in the break of day,
See the druid lying in silence,
See the druid who died today.
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Is Fuair an Chroí
04:51
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You said you would always care,
I was naive and I was wrong,
To you, I do not belong!
Ailill; Say what you want to say,
You always try to have your way,
I try to say that things in life are different.
If this is how you feel in your heart,
Then I don't want to be a part,
In anything you say -I won't listen.
Your love redeems my pain,
But I don't want to feel the shame,
You've tried to pierce my heart,
And you've succeeded.
We know now it could never be,
What we once had was ecstacy,
I can't pretend my soul is not bleeding.
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Cattle Raid of Cooley
04:44
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The Middle Kingdom
04:38
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We know all the answers to questions unasked,
We live in the light with no fear of the dark.
It must be said we have dark evil breeds,
Who plague mankind with their mischievous deeds,
The Pooka, the Merrow, the wailing Bean-shee,
Are hideous creatures as dark as can be.
Avoid the lone thorn tree that grows in the field,
Do not cut it down with the axe that you wield,
It coarses magic from branch to root,
And woe to he who eats its fruit.
Of itself the tree did grow,
From faerie magic cast long ago,
Therefore we bid you to let it stand,
Ill fortune to those who ignore our command.
"We who are old, we are revered, born of the earth, immortal and feared"
In the dead of night see us dance on the hills,
On fiddles and flutes we play jigs and reels.
The sky is ablaze with a myriad of light,
Our faerie music is heard through the night.
We who are old yet fair of face,
Thousands of years this world did grace,
But modern man and his cynical ways,
Are bringing us to the end of our days.
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Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh,
is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh.
[Chorus]
A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann,
mura mbim beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain,
Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch,
ag fógairt féin ar Ghallaibh.
[Chorus]
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Roaming, wandering,
Left in fields just sauntering.
Sold off, slept rough,
Kept unstabled and tough.
Riding steeds that know not their fate.
Forever forward,
Bought and sold for pennies.
Roaming, wandering unstabled.
Unspoiled in their fantasies,
But paled in society,
When they take the beast,
The fight unsung will never cease.
Polluted grasslands,
The plains they roamed are now gone,
Still roaming and wandering,
Another dead horse is falling.
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The Butterfly
03:46
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We fled for our lives on a winter's eve,
Cold but unheeded, we left with speed.
The roundheads they had come this night,
Our gallant people ? But blood in sight.
If we were to barter for our lives,
We would wind up dead.
This is the land where I was born and bred,
Am I a coward to avoid being dead ?
These are the words of our forefathers,
Long ago, in a time of fear.
They say "what giveth returns time three"
Now in this age, we will wait and see.
Condemn what you will in this war of words,
Shout if you want amid peaceful slurs.
But how do you stop a charging bull,
With horns of steel and a desire to cull ?
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