It Is The Old Battle,

Every Trick Is An Old One, But With A Change Of Players, A Change Of Dress, It Comes Out As New As Before.

And My Desire,' He Said, 'is A Desire That Is As Long As A Year; But It Is Love Given To An Echo, The Spending Of Grief On A Wave, A Lonely Fight With A Shadow, That Is What My Love And My Desire Have Been To Me.

It Was At Inver Slane, To The North Of Leinster, The Sons Of Gaedhal Of The Shining Armour, The Very Gentle, That Were Called Afterwards The Sons Of The Gael, Made Their First Attempt To Land In Ireland To Avenge Ith, One Of Their Race That Had Come There One Time And Had Met With His Death.

I'll Take No Charity! What I Get I'll Earn By Taking It. I Would Feel No Pleasure It Being Given To Me, Any More Than A Huntsman Would Take Pleasure Being Made A Present Of A Dead Fox, In Place Of Getting A Run Across Country After It.

It Was On The First Day Of Beltaine, That Is Called Now May Day, The Tuatha De Danaan Came, And It Was To The North-west Of Connacht They Landed. But The Firbolgs, The Men Of The Bag, That Were In Ireland Before Them, And That Had Come From The South, Saw Nothing But A Mist, And It Lying On The Hills.