Riding towards me on a stallion dazzling white
Save his ears a fiery crimson
Both of the otherworld - The king and his beast
This be truly a land of plenty
With nothing left to want
He beckons me
Unclean I feel
Yet I go to him all dazzling pure
Far beneath Man is this land of Mac LÍr
What a wonderous place is this magical TÍr
Our Ancestors dwell here in relative peace
Save the hurt caused to them knowing
Their living destroy the Tuatha