| Loneliness was all she knew
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| Because of her God sent beauty
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| Evil and carnage were sure to ensure
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| Her death was Conchobars duty
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| The high king Conchobar would not dare
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| So he did her away from his people
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| Deirdre will live and grow up fair
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| Then marry me in my temple
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| (18 yrs. Later)
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| She was disgusted by Conchobar
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| And vowed she would not be wed
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| I love only the man who bears the colours-
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| Black white and blood red
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| I know such man!, her aide explained
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| But Deirdre could only hope
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| Uisneach’s sons were led to the forest
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| With Naoise, she would elope
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| No place was safe for the four exiles
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| They left Eireann with heavy hearts
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| But to see her face and see her smile
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| Gave the brothers strength to depart
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| In Albas' hills they made their home
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| And began a simple life
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| Local hatred had suddenly grown
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| Men wanted her as a wife
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| Conchobar dreamed of Deirdre his true love
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| He longed for the touch of her skin
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| His duties neglected, his life so affected
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| Why did she leave the court of the King?
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| After some time he explained he was wrong
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| Or so we were led to believe
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| This sorrowful song I have sung for too long
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| Naoise agus Deirdre I now forgive
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| Naoise always longed to go back home
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| When he heard the news he wept
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| The brothers prepared for the journey ahead
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| With Fergus Mac Roth they all left
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| The exiles returned to the King alone
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| And knew there was something not right
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| Conchobar made his plans be known
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| The brothers took up the fight
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| The exiles fled to the sorrowful forest
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| Foloowed by the king’s men
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| Deirdre was hidden but they needed rest
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| They could not fight again
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| Naoise smelt death and he quietly said-
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| Please Deirdre stay where you are
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| A belt of a sword and the brothers fell dead
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| Deirdre smelt blood on the air
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| (Conchobar:)
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| Cannot you see, I did this for you
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| Our wedding can now take place
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| They left for Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew
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| In a chariot she felt deaths embrace
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| I am Deirdre, for a short time alive
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| To end life be evil, 'tis worse to survive
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| From the chariot she fell to her death
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| To be with Naoise, to smell his sweet breath |