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The Dagda at his home

Of Brugh na Boinne

The Hall of the Morrigu

And Cermait's Birthplace within

The Prison of the Grey

Of Macha the Hill of Dabilla

Where the Hound of Boann did be.

In these Halls the Sorrow of the Dagda!

At one time the Dagda made a vat,

For his daughter Ainge she was proud,

She decided to create

`Her own out of wood and sticks.

Nuada's Son Gaible found it

And threw it away.

A great shadow and curse

Befell the Dagda.

One day a man of Connacht

Did come to see him with his wife.

Corrgenn was his name,

Aedh had fallen for his wife.

That Great anger exploded

And he killed Aedh in response.

Everyone thought the Dagda

Would kill him but he did not,

He sat with a troubled brow

And thought about his life.

He spared his life

But there would have to be a toll.

Looking at Aedh's body,

He knew what must be done,

To avenge him and to bring peace

To his home and to his son,

And as the morning dawn creeped in, the truth and toll became clear.

"Corrgenn take my son and carry him, upon your back and never let him fall,

Find a gravestone the same size fitting for my son and bury him there."

Corrgeen spent an age looking for

The stone and the journey was hard,

On Loch Feabhail he finally had found it and he rested Aedh's body there.

Corrgenn did lift the stone

Above his head

A glimpse of hope in his eye!

But no sooner had he

Lifted the stone he himself fell,

And he died.

The Dagda, beside himself with grief, summoned two of his men

To build a rath around his son

And Corrgenn's grave.

Imheall and Garbhan shaped it

And made it so.

The Hill of Aileac was its name...

The Hill of Signs and of Stone...

Made by tears of blood.

The Sorrow of the Dagda.