Daoine Sidhe
Unknown

Round and round the faery ring
We danced through the fields of rye
and then the sidhe began to sing
I felt as though death were nigh.

Then under the hill we went
Into the land of the Fae
A world sprang up to meet us
The place where the faery play

To the queen they did guide me
A magnificant hall of trees
And thus I bowed lowly to her knees

Well whether twas enchantment
I could not answer ye
I was captured in a trance
By the lowliest of the sidhe

Alas for Midsummer's Eve
The dance of the Daoine Sidhe
Ceased as the People of Peace
Followed the queen of through the sea

Alone I stand on the field
Leaning on a blackthorn tree
Peering out over the ocean
Smiling upon the blesses sidhe

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