.The host is riding from Knockarea
And over the graves of Clooth-na-bare;
Caolte tossing his burning hair>And Niamh calling away, come away:
Empty your heart if it's mortal dream,
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are .
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