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