Eimer Songtext
von Orthodox Celts

Red Owen made camp
By the glen of two lakes
They all knew his daughter
Was the fairest in the land
She had come of age
Twas time to choose a husband
Find a noble warrior worthy of her hand

And the kings rode down
From the great high mountains
Chieftains marched in
From around the countryside
Princes even sailed
From far across the water
To fight for the right
To make Emer their bride


Emer was fair
As the wild flowers of morning
Emer could sing
Like a lark in the warmth of May
Emer could dance
Like the wind-blown gossamer
Put a sword in her hand, oh
And she′d lay men in the clay

Conall MacMurda
Was poor but a bold one
He was proud as a stallion
And skilled in the art of war
When Emer saw him
Defeat the other champions
She knew that he was chosen one for her

And the kings rode back
To the great high mountains
Weeping chieftains
Marched back to the countryside
Broken-hearted princes
Sailed back across the water
Conall son of Murda
Made Emer his bride


Emer was fair
As the wild flowers of morning
Emer could sing
Like a lark in the warmth of May
Emer could dance
Like the wind-blown gossamer
Put a sword in her hand, oh
And she'd lay men in the clay

Emer was fair
As the wild flowers of morning
Emer could sing
Like a lark in the warmth of May
Emer could dance
Like the wind-blown gossamer
Put a sword in her hand, oh
And she′d lay men in the clay