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 small one big Sí Bheg Sí 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 small one big Sí Bheg Sí Mhor
And never the battle is won.