O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
Pledged at a wedding of mortal and sidhe
And the way of the shamrock is laying aside
O’Flaithbertaigh’s lady she promised to be
Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
Sinead o’ the hill’s climbing stairs to the tower
Wearing her whispering slippers that trod
Over shamrocks and moss in a midsummer bower
Soaked in the dew of the peat and the sod
But Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
Climbing the stairway of echoing stone
Goes Sinead o’ the hill in her new velvet gown
She’s traded her dress as she ventures alone
To live with her lord in the bustle of town
Now Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
In emerald green with a mantle of wine
Sinead o’ the hill is a vision tonight
With no need of a candle she’s beauty defined
She lightens my shadows and shadows her light
For Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
Unsmiling she’s climbing the echoing stair
Lifting her petticoats clear of the tread
Placing each slipper with elegant care
Pacing her way to the man she has wed
Yes, Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
They say in the town that O’Flaithbertaigh’s mad
To have and to hold with a maid of the halls
But what do they know of the reasons I had
Of the eloquent eyes that have made me enthralled?
Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
They say, oh they say that O’Flaithbertaigh’s fond
Of a phantom or wraith of the leprechaun line
They say I’ll awaken to find she has gone
That she’ll trick me with gold or she’ll poison my wine
But Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
She looks like a lady of lineage and grace
And her mien and her eyes are so limpid and clear
Her skin is as fine as her petticoat lace
But her hair’s drawn away from her delicate ears
Still- Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
In an hour or a moment O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
Will be here in our chamber to honour our troth
But tomorrow I’ll doff my vainglorious pride
And tell her she’s free of the ink-written oath
Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
But the way of the shamrock need not lay aside
Pledged at a wedding of mortal and sidhe
And the way of the shamrock is laying aside
O’Flaithbertaigh’s lady she promised to be
Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
Sinead o’ the hill’s climbing stairs to the tower
Wearing her whispering slippers that trod
Over shamrocks and moss in a midsummer bower
Soaked in the dew of the peat and the sod
But Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
Climbing the stairway of echoing stone
Goes Sinead o’ the hill in her new velvet gown
She’s traded her dress as she ventures alone
To live with her lord in the bustle of town
Now Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
In emerald green with a mantle of wine
Sinead o’ the hill is a vision tonight
With no need of a candle she’s beauty defined
She lightens my shadows and shadows her light
For Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
Unsmiling she’s climbing the echoing stair
Lifting her petticoats clear of the tread
Placing each slipper with elegant care
Pacing her way to the man she has wed
Yes, Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
They say in the town that O’Flaithbertaigh’s mad
To have and to hold with a maid of the halls
But what do they know of the reasons I had
Of the eloquent eyes that have made me enthralled?
Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
They say, oh they say that O’Flaithbertaigh’s fond
Of a phantom or wraith of the leprechaun line
They say I’ll awaken to find she has gone
That she’ll trick me with gold or she’ll poison my wine
But Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
She looks like a lady of lineage and grace
And her mien and her eyes are so limpid and clear
Her skin is as fine as her petticoat lace
But her hair’s drawn away from her delicate ears
Still- Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
The way of the shamrock she’s laying aside
In an hour or a moment O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
Will be here in our chamber to honour our troth
But tomorrow I’ll doff my vainglorious pride
And tell her she’s free of the ink-written oath
Sinead o’ the hill is O’Flaithbertaigh’s bride
But the way of the shamrock need not lay aside