The Fairy Hills

Long, long ago in this ancient land

A battle took place where two hills now stand

And on the plain there lay the slain

For neither the battle was won

So the bard then was told

Of these fairy hills

Where bloom the white flowers and daffodils

Some big, some small, Sí Bheag, Sí Mhór

Sinn scéal is grá geal mo stór

Beneath these hills, great heroes lie

Of the Red Branch Knights

And their ancient foe

In still of night, the immortals fight

But never the battle is won

So the harper was of told these fairy tales

Of these fairy hills of the ancient Gaels

Some big, some small, Sí Bheag, Sí Mhór

Sinn scéal is grá geal mo stór

'Twas after the fight, the prophet foretold

No rest could be found

For these warriors bold

Till they unite and fight one common foe

And then would the battle be won

So the harper then wrote of these fairy hills

Where bloom the white flowers and daffodils

Some big, some small, Sí Bheag, Sí Mhór

Sinn scéal is grá geal mo stór