[Music: KF, JF Words: KF]
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Loneliness was all she knew,
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Because of her God sent beauty.
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Evil and carnage were sure to ensure,
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Her death was Conchobars duty.
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The high king Conchobar would not dare,
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So he did her away from his people.
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"Deirdre will live and grow up fair,
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then marry me in my temple".
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[18 yrs. Later]
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She was disgusted by Conchobar,
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And vowed she would not be wed.
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"I love only the man who bears the colours-
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Black white and blood red".
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"I know such man!", her aide explained
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but Deirdre could only hope.
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Uisneach's sons were led to the forest,
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With Naoise, she would elope.
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No place was safe for the four exiles,
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They left Eireann with heavy hearts.
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But to see her face and see her smile,
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Gave the brothers strength to depart.
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In Albas' hills they made their home.
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And began a simple life.
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Local hatred had suddenly grown,
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Men wanted her as a wife.
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Conchobar dreamed of Deirdre his true love,
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He longed for the touch of her skin.
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His duties neglected, his life so affected,
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"Why did she leave the court of the King?".
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After some time he explained he was wrong,
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Or so we were led to believe.
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"This sorrowful song I have sung for too long,
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Naoise agus Deirdre I now forgive".
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Naoise always longed to go back home.
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When he heard the news he wept.
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The brothers prepared for the journey ahead,
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With Fergus Mac Roth they all left.
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The exiles returned to the King alone,
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And knew there was something not right.
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Conchobar made his plans be known,
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The brothers took up the fight.
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The exiles fled to the sorrowful forest,
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Foloowed by the king's men.
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Deirdre was hidden but they needed rest,
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They could not fight again.
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Naoise smelt death and he quietly said-
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"Please Deirdre stay where you are".
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A belt of a sword and the brothers fell dead,
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Deirdre smelt blood on the air.
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[Conchobar:]
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"Cannot you see, I did this for you,
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our wedding can now take place".
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They left for Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew,
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In a chariot she felt deaths embrace.
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"I am Deirdre, for a short time alive,
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to end life be evil, 'tis worse to survive".
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From the chariot she fell to her death,
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To be with Naoise, to smell his sweet breath.
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Exiles
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Cruachan |