In the hills of Bearna-barr,
And the old men were telling stories
Of Troy and the Trojan war.
And a flickering fire of bog-deal
Burned on the open hearth,
And the night-wind roared in the chimney,
And darkness was over the earth.
And Tearlach Ban MacGiolla,
The piper of Gort, was there,
And he sat and he dreamed apart