Long long ago in this ancient land A battle took place where two hills now stand And on the plain there lay the slain For neither the battle was won.
So the bard did sing of these fairy hills Where bloom the white flowers and daffodils One big one small Si Bheag Si Mhor And never the battle is won.
Beneath these hills great heroes lie Of the Red Branch Knights and their ancient foe In still of night the immortals fight But never the battle is won.
And so the harper was told these fairy tales Of these fairy hills of the ancient Gaels One big one small Si Bheag Si Mhor And never the battle is won.
Twas after the battle the prophet foretold No rest would be found for these warriors bold Till they unite and fight one common foe And then would the battle be won.
So then the harper wrote of these fairy hills Where bloom the white flowers and daffodils One big one small Si Bheag Si Mhor And never the battle is won.