Eimer - Orthodox Celts

Red owen made camp by the glen of two lakes

They all new his daughter was the fairest in the land

She had come of age it was time to choose a husband

A fine and noble warrior worthy of her hand

And the kings rode down from their great high mountains

And chieftains marched in from around the countryside

Princes even sailed from far across the water

To fight for the right to make eimer their bride

Eimer was fair as the wild flowers of morning

Eimer could sing like a lark in the warmth of may

Eimer could dance light as windblow gossamer

Put a sword in her hand though and she’d lay men in the clay

Conall macmurta was poor but a bold one

He was proud as a stallion and skilled in the art of war

When eimer saw him defeat the other champions

She knew that he was chosen one for her

Sighing the kings all road to their mountains

Weeping the chieftains marched back to the countryside

Brokenhearted the princes sailed across the water

When conall son of murta made eimer his bride