Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania, in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.
 
We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:
 
Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:
 
Gie to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men.
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then:
 
Us who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told.

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