The Wanderings Of Ois​í​n

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