[Verse]
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.

[Chorus]
So the bard then was told of these fairy hills,
Where bloom the white flowers and daffodils,
Some big, some small, sí bheag, sí mhór
Sinn scéal geass is grá geal mo stór.

[Verse]
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.

[Chorus]
So the harper was of told these fairy tales,
Of these fairy hills of the ancient Gaels,
One big, one small, sí bheag, sí mhór,
Sinn scéal is grá geal mo stór.

[Verse]
Twas after the fight, the prophet foretold,
No rest could be found for these warriors bold,
Till they unite and fight one common foe,
And then would the battle be won.

[Chorus]
So the harper then wrote of these fairy hills,
Where bloom the white flowers and daffodils,
Some big, some small, sí bheag, sí mhór,
Sinn scéal geass is grá geal mo stór.