"The Fairy Hills" lyrics

"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


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