When evening in Eireann was gray,
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Before the dawn went away,
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Their footsteps on hills were heard,
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On journey long without a word.
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From wilderland to western shore,
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Through dragon lair and hidden door,
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From northern waste to southern hill,
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On darkling woods they walked at will.
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With Fionn and Oisin, dwarfe and man,
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Bird and bough and beast in den,
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With warrior-druid folk,
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In secret tongues they spoke.
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A deadly sword, a healing hand,
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Trumpet voice, a burning brand,
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Their backs that bent 'neath their load,
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Those warriors on the road.
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The Fianna
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| Cruachan |
