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Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
Oh, hear the wail on a moonlit night,
The Banshee’s cry, a mournful fright.
In Kerry’s hills and Galway’s glen,
She warns o’ death to mortal men.
Her voice, it haunts the bog an’ vale,
A chillin’ wind, a ghostly gale.
For those who hear her song so cold,
Are marked by fate, their tales foretold.

(Chorus)

O’ Banshee’s cry, o’ wailin’ low,
Ye sing o’ sorrow, ye sing o’ woe.
In shadows deep, ye mark the way,
An’ call poor souls to their endin’ day.

(Verse 2)
In Donegal, young Sean did roam,
A poor farm lad far from home.
He heard her keening by the shore,
An’ knew his fate was sealed for sure.
The waves crashed wild, the sky grew dark,
As Banshee’s song lit death’s cold spark.
He fell ‘neath cliffs both sharp an’ steep,
An’ joined the souls she’d vowed to keep.

(Chorus)

O’ Banshee’s cry, o’ wailin’ low,
Ye sing o’ sorrow, ye sing o’ woe.
In shadows deep, ye mark the way,
An’ call poor souls to their endin’ day.

(Verse 3)
Old Mary Morn in fields of green,
Saw shadowed mists she’d never seen.
The Banshee’s call rang out so near,
A deathly dirge that chilled with fear.
Her kin they prayed, they watched, they wept,
For Mary’s soul by darkness kept.
As dawn broke pale, she slipped away,
And joined the souls of yesterday.

(Chorus)

O’ Banshee’s cry, o’ wailin’ low,
Ye sing o’ sorrow, ye sing o’ woe.
In shadows deep, ye mark the way,
An’ call poor souls to their endin’ day.

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