Deidre

Oh Deidre of the night black hair

for what are your lips rose red?

well might the blood rise

in your porcelain cheeks

for this is the voice of the hills

calling out to you

O Deidre where are the flowers we gave you?

leave your lilies of the field...

they stood and sung and were our dearest bloom.

Deidre why did you draw them to their doom?

How slender your feet

so rarely did they touch the ground.

Fian carried you like the summer breeze

and now what have you done with he

he and his brothers three?

Deidre do not look behind thee

he is deep beneath the hazel tree.

O summer bloom, our dearest darling,

where is he now in this fateful hour?
You cut him down with a smile
drew him to his fate with your face
and now there's nothing left but to tuck
our warm arms around and take him for our own.

What scandal? You would follow him here?
Let him be, let him sleep.
A curse upon you Deidre.