The Wanderings Of Oisín

We galloped over the glossy sea
I know not if days passed or hours
And Niamh sang continually, Danaan songs

And their dewy showers
With pensive laughter, unhuman sound
Lulled weariness, and softly round
My human sorrow her white arms wound
And nNamh sang continually, Danaan songs

A bhennáin, a bhuiredháin
A bheiceadhain bintt
Is binn linn an cúicherán
Dogní tú san ghlintt
Eólchaire mo mhendatáin
Dorala ar mo cheill
Na lois isin machaire
Na hois isin tshléibh

We galloped, now a hornless deer
Chased by a phantom hound
All pearly white save one red ear
And now a lady rode
Like the wind, with a golden apple
In her tossing hand

And a beautiful young man followed behind
With quenchless smile and fluttering hair
And Niamh sang continually, Danaan songs

With my love three hundred years passed by
Came now the sighs and sliding of tears
Both we saw the parting night
As I mused on the chase with my friends

Remember your feet may not touch the ground
Lest you shall return no more
Go now for your horse to mound
To the land on the native shore

And the winds made the sands on the sea’s edge go
Stole me far away from the hazel and oak
I rode on the surges high and low
Fled foam a wandering milky smoke

It were sad to gaze on the blessed
Now the Fenians since long had gone
There I too did find my rest
My Niamh, never she sang a song