| Bran walked alone to ease his mind
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| To reflect on life and love
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| Sweet music he heard come from behind
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| And from the sky above
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| So sweet was the tune that he fell asleep
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| Then awoke with a terrible fright
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| In the distance he heard a women weep
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| Drew his sword and held it tight
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| He saw on the ground a silver branch
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| Adorned with small whit flowers
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| He took the wand and returned to his home
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| He was absent for many hours
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| His royal friends were gathered there
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| When a woman appeared in their midst
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| She calmed the host and sung to Bran
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| Of a land of beauty and myth
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| «I brought you the branch of Emain
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| As a token of my desire
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| Journey forth to the land of women
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| Of solitude they do tire.»
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| «No slandering will you find there
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| Nor treachery will you see
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| I ask you now to plan and prepare
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| For your voyage across the sea.»
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| The fallowing day Bran sailed to the West
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| With a host of men by his side
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| Two days and night upon the sea
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| Only the stars to act as their guide
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| From out of the west a chariot came
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| Bearing Manannan — son of Lir
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| Bran learned that he will find glory and fame
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| And the land he is seeking is near
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| After some time they discovered the land
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| A host of women stood on the shore
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| Bran covered his face and raised a hand
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| He was reluctant to go ashore
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| The chief of women cast a single thread
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| That pierced the hand of Bran
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| Despite this act Bran felt no dread
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| As his boat was pulled to shore
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| His men paired off with the women there
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| And Bran stayed with their chief
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| The passage of time was hidden from them
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| They believed their time was brief
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| For what seemed like only just one year
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| Was really centuries more
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| They passed their time with joy and cheer
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| As their journey became folklore
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| A longing then came to all the men
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| And they planned to return to their land
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| The women were loath to let them go
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| And issued the following command —
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| «Walk ye not on the land of Eirann
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| To do so will bring your demise
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| Go forth and quell your longing
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| Then return to our western skies.»
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| The men arrived at Eirann’s shore
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| And were greeted by a great host
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| They heard of Bran from ancient lore
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| And thought he no more than a ghost
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| A soldier of bran then leapt ashore
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| But instantly turned to dust
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| Bran decided to leave once more
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| To return to the women of lust! |