In Tir-na’n-Og
In Tir-na’n-Og,
In Tir-na’n-Og,
Summer and spring go hand in hand, and in the radiant weather
Brown autumn leaves and winter snow come floating down together.
In Tir-na’n-Og,
In Tir-na’n-Og,
The sagans sway this way and that, the twisted fern uncloses,
The quicken-berry hides its red above the tender roses.
In Tir-na’n-Og,
In Tir-na’n-Og,
The blackbird lilts, the robin chirps, the linnet wearies never,
They pipe to dancing feet of Sidhe and thus shall pipe forever.
In Tir-na’n-Og,
In Tir-na’n-Og,
All in a drift of apple blooms my true love there is roaming,
He will not come although I pray from dawning until gloaming.
In Tir-na’n-Og,
In Tir-na’n-Og,
The Sidhe desired my Heart’s Delight, they lured him from my keeping,
He stepped within a fairy ring while all the world was sleeping.
In Tir-na’n-Og,
In Tir-na’n-Og,
He hath forgotten hill and glen where misty shadows gather,
The bleating of the mountain sheep, the cabin of his father.
In Tir-na’n-Og,
In Tir-na’n-Og,
He wanders in a happy dream thro’ scented golden hours,
He flutes, to woo a fairy love, knee deep in fairy flowers.
In Tir-na’n-Og,
In Tir-na’n-Og,
No memory hath he of my face, no sorrow for my sorrow,
My flax is spun, my wheel is hushed, and so I wait the morrow.