Aughnacliffe Dolmen for the Lovers for One Night is Their Bed
A bed hard of stone neath the sky starry above
Is good enough, soft enough, for a couple in love
He who won her heart at her wedding feast, with her had fled
So she never slept with Fionn Mac Cumhaill in their martial bed
Her groom – he now so old, though a warrior he
Left her cold, never his lover could she be
So to the hills for a year and a day
Her and her strong youth they made their long way
They for one night, such the danger, though Aughnacliffe is so nice
Slept here but stayed not, never bedding the same place twice.
Pursued all the time by the groom warrior band
Some of whom helped the eloping lovers, the escape they had planned
Wise Aengus makes the peace between Fionn and his son
For every girl deserves to live with he whose heart she has won
So the wild hunt was ended, they are enemies no more
The whole band in time planned a hunt for the Boar
Diarmaid being brave but no knave with foreboding took up his spear
As it was said he would be dead when the boar did appear
So it came to be, that he, with his dying breath
Slew the savage boar that killed him, as his fate it was set
Brave in death as in live, in love as in the hunt
Lived life and died bravely and always to the front
Gráinne lies now, a widow with memories, in their bed alone
Remembering the one night of passion on the Aughnacliffe stone!