[Music & Words: KF]
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A warrior so proud of the woman by his side,
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His faithful heart would take no other bride,
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For three years they lived,
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midst the forests of the land,
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Strong and proud was the love
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of this woman and man
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Like the sky high above,
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no beginning and no end,
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The woman that he loves,
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his life and best friend.
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Until that day in December
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when the snowstorms did start,
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Stalked the Norseman with his bow,
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put an arrow through his heart.
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Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind,
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Blowing across the land,
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stealing his life from him,
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From the earth, and into the otherworld,
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the land of Tir Na n-Og,
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is the place where he must go.
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"Woman come to my side,
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let your arms shield my pain,
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For I know will not spend
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another day with you again."
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They say she will not move
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from the place where he did die,
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Once so strong and so proud,
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She cannot talk but cry.
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Death Of A Gael
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Cruachan |