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Slieve Gullion, Slieve Gullion she wears a green crown
The moon on the mountain and the sun going down
Her ash and her alder her green mossy bowers

At the break of dawn
Travelling the sacred path 
To the ancient forest
Within the realms of the Gods
Kneel before the great Alder, Cloaked in lichen

Unspoiled by modern man.

My path is lined with ancient alders.
They lead me through
Black moors and misty fields.

I learned to think like a mountain.
I

Came from the mountains, came from the outer crust
With ranging desire and spears to thrust
Dried up my rivers
With sand from my hour glass
Mowed

And carries me along

From the rushing of the river
To the rain-shower and the snow
From the alders in the summer
These legends live and grow
Through