| The sky was grey and leaden
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| Wolves howling on the wind
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| Above the land of Tír Na n-Óg
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| The ancient calm still reigned
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| «I long to stand on my home shore»
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| Said Ossian in a glare
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| «But Ossian love, the is your home»
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| Said Niamh of the golden hair
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| She seen the look upon his face
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| She knew the pain he felt
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| He longed to be home among his race
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| With his ring-sword strapped to his belt
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| «Return my love to the land of man
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| But be warned time rests heavily there
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| Come back to me if ever you can
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| Back to the land of the fair.»
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| «Do not dismount from the steed you ride
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| From this world it belongs
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| If you dismount you shall fall by its side
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| To be remembered only in faerie songs»
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| He galloped across the faerie seas
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| Back to the land of man
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| Watched by the Gods and the Daoine Sídhe
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| His life to end as it began
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| «I have returned», he said aloud
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| But no one was there to hear
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| His noble home once bold and proud
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| Had crumbled through the many years
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| A power had come into the land
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| To threaten the olden ways
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| The people ignore the ancient Gods
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| They bid farewell to a golden age
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| Ossian stopped his gallant steed
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| He could see some people ahead
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| «Help us please, our brother are trapped-
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| Beneath this dolmen», they said
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| He leaned down from his mount
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| And gripped the dolmen firm
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| From the earth the rocks was freed
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| The people beneath unharmed
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| But from the strain his saddle broke
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| To the earth he was cast
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| A cry of pain burst from his throat
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| The years now caught him at last
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| In Tír Na n-Óg Niamh shed a tear
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| When she saw the rider-less horse
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| Ossian was gone, her greatest fear
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| Her heart was full of deep remorse |