Uaithne: The Dagdas Harp by Celtachor Lyrics

At Battles end
Dagda searched for his harp
Uaitne was its name!
A gift from the past
They went to a great hall
Where Bres did reside
Only he could make it sing
Make it sound by his call

Inside he calls his harp
And at the sound of his voice
Flew from the wall to his arms
Killing nine men on its way
Three songs he cast upon them
Three tunes to silence them all
As the harp rang out
The magic was cast

First tune brought fits of laughter
The second tune, a sea of despair
The last brought a deadly sleep
Never to wake again!
Again!
The song rang out
Over mountain and seas
Left as a memory to the past
The notes of Uaithne, from every corner
And shore