Red owen made camp by the glen of two lakes They all new his daughter was the fairest in the land She had come of age 'twas time to choose a husband A fine and noble warrior worthy of her hand And the kings rode down from the great high mountains And chieftains marched in from around the countryside Princes even sailed from far across the water To fight for the right to make Eimer their bride Eimer was fair as the wild flowers of morning Eimer could sing like a lark in a warmth of May Eimer could dance light as windblow gossamer Put a sword in her hand though and she’d lay men in the clay Conall MacMurta was poor but a bold one He was proud as a stallion and skilled in the art of war When Eimer 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 the chieftains marched back to the countryside Brokenhearted the princes sailed across the water When Conall son of Murta made Eimer his bride Eimer was fair as the wild flowers of morning Eimer could sing like a lark in a warmth of May Eimer could dance light as windblow gossamer Put a sword in her hand though and she’d lay men in the clay Eimer was fair as the wild flowers of morning Eimer could sing like a lark in a warmth of May Eimer could dance light as windblow gossamer Put a sword in her hand though and she’d lay men in the clay