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FAIRY HILLS

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.
                             -Author Unknown-