Written by: JEAN MURRAY

Fionn Mac Cumhaill I was a fool
to let go of you it sounds.
All because your hairy hounds
kept soiling my house and grounds.

For certain I'm sure I'll never find a
Godlike man such as you again.
I miss kissing, your muscles rippling,
fair hair glistening, what a mane.

I was insane, I admit it now.
Please take me back, to you I bow.
Suck you salmon thumb and see
you will always belong to me.

Fionn my warrior, my lover, my man.
I'll get you back, I must, I can.
Our bed is cold, don't be so bold.
Return, I promise not to scold.