The Wanderings Of Oisin کے بول

This my woodland rhyme my friend -Its my last dewy song It´s about my start to where the men calls Tir Nan Og Up the waves I saw the thing most beautiful I have seen Rode the sea in a white horse -Her golden hair charmed me She came through the sea to calling me from the land of Dreams My princess from the sidh So well we rode above the sea,her arms on me no time nor dreams "Delightful is the land beyond all the dreams Fairer than aught tiny eyes ever seen There all the year the fruit is on the tree A hundred maiden sing thee to thy sleep" "Delightful is the land beyond all the dreams Fairer than aught tiny eyes ever seen There all the year the fruit is on the tree A hundred maiden sing thee to thy sleep".