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I strung my bow and honed my knife

With baying hounds I went into the wild;

Oisin is my name - I am of the Fianna

On the shores of Lough Leane I fell ofor Niamh...

She was "Would you ride with me?"

"Aye, let us away my love!" I replied -

Through icy lakes and mystic paths

Into the otherworld, where the Danann reign...

The creek by the road sings

At my going by -

These lands they have known me

As a hunter in the wild...

Mortal years spent in bliss - ten score at least;

The dance of the Sidhe, the wine of her lips

Kept me spellbound to the undying lands:

Never once thinking of what I left behind...

Then one day, delight turned into yearning

To see the hills that frame my beloved Killarney -

She said "Goodbye my love, for you shall not return

To the sunlit lands where time is naught..."

The creek by the road sings

At my going by -

These lands they have known me

As a hunter in the wild...

Something in my died that day

Back from icy lakes and mystic paths

Back from the otherworld, where the Danann reign

I rode without looking back, blinded by tears a' laving...