The old tale wandered cross the Fearnóg moss green
The faint songs of the ancient’s druids sing
Woven spells guard the faeries rings
Brian Boruma mac Cennetig might hold the throne
On scarred brow bore the crown of High King
Tuatha Dé Danann shimmering robed in white bogbean
Gloved in moss sewn fine with buttercups
Coltsfoot garlands round their heads
Whitlow grass soft neath their feet
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The old tale wandered cross the Fearnóg moss green
The faint songs of the ancient’s druids sing
Woven spells guard the faeries rings
Brian Boruma mac Cennetig might hold the throne
On scarred brow bore the crown of High King
Tuatha Dé Danann shimmering robed in white bogbean
Gloved in moss sewn fine with buttercups
Coltsfoot garlands round their heads
Whitlow grass soft neath their feet
......