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Hymn of the Sidhe At Uaigh Na Gcat
Where regal forts lie dormant now, Once Maedbh beheld the Sacred Cow, At Cruachan of the fifty mounds, From Uaigh na gCat came Faery sounds, A vision, behold, Róisín Dubh, Symphony of my stolen love, Never before a sight so fair, Like Adams ale flowed burning hair, 'Come now young seeker, take my hand, And come with me to Faery land' And then she hummed her Faery tune, Invoking ages of the moon, 'For who but you may understand, The grieving whispers of this land?' Blessed am I, behold this sight, The Sídhe summon me tonight, 'And who but you may come to know, The seraphic language of the crow?' 'Come now young seeker, from the cold, And know not sickness, death nor old' Then louder grew her Faery tune, And slowly I began to swoon, 'You once were children of the Sun, Where heroes dwelt there now are none' 'Deepest silence, they must endure, But not for you whose soul is pure' 'The time will be upon us soon, To sing the chorus of the moon' At Cruachan of the fifty mounds, From Uaigh na gCat came Faery sounds, Boldly now I took her hand, And off we went to Faery land
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