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 did sing of these fairy hills

Where bloom the white flowers and daffodils

One big one small Si Bheag Si Mhor

And never the battle is won

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

And so the harper was told these fairy tales

Of these fairy hills of the ancient Gaels

One big one small Si Bheag Si Mhor

And never the battle is won

Twas after the battle the prophet foretold

No rest would be found for these warriors bold

Till they unite and fight one common foe

And then would the battle be won.

So then the harper wrote of these fairy hills

Where bloom the white flowers and daffodils

One big one small Si Bheag Si Mhor

And never the battle is won