Children Of Danaan

See who comes over the red blossomed heatherTheir green banners kissing the pure mountain airHeads up high, eyes to front, standing proudly togetherFreedom stays thorned on their proud spirits thereDown the hill twining, their blessed armour shiningLike the rivers of beauty yhat flows from each glennFrom the mountains and valleys, to this liberty ralleyout and make way for brave feinean men