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 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.