Sigh...i've been typing for hours, but here goes. The title for the LYRICS is: Fairy Hills, and I believe it is contemporary. I refuse to type in the gaelic, but will happily mail to any masochist that will sing it.

Long long ago in this ancient land
A battle took place where two hills now stand
And on the plain there lay the slain
For neither battle won

So the bard did sing of these fairy hills
Where bloom the white flowers and daffodils
One big one small Si Bheag SiMhor
And never the battle is won

Beneath these hill great heroes lie
Of the Red Branch Knights and their ancient foe
In still of night the immortals fight
But never the battle is won

And so the harper was told these fairy tales
Of these fairy hills of the ancient Gaels
One big one small Si Bheag Si Mhor
And never the battle is won,br>

Twas after the battle the prophet foretold
No rest would be found for these warriors bold
Till they unite and fight one common foe
And then would the battle be won

So then the harper wrote of these fairy hills
Where bloom the white flowers and daffodils
One big one small Si Bheag Si Mhor
And never the battle is won

And to make up for my whining...here is the translation of the gaelic version:

Oh, great strife came between the kings
Feuds grew between their Hills
Because Big Hill folk spoke too well of themselves
While small hill burned beneath them
"You can never share rights to our noble lake
Go into ranks by tribe or town.
Carry your blemish away from us
Be happy to keep your hands and feet

"You cannot always win every fight
On lake, on land, when we contend
It would be good if you made peace
Instead of ordering wars in here
Time to gather the hosts,
make a striking force
From throughout the plains
they come marching here
It will never seem right to die for hills
Beheaded in that slaughter

THis is why battle pains our hearts:
With Hill princes on every side,
And Tuatha De Dannan come in a swarm,
The slaughter is not surprising
Then it is that the Hill kings lost
The thousand killed on every side
There was no dwelling lnot destoyed
In all the killing that day

"Parley, parley, oh friends and kin!
Our enemy from Cairn Clann Aoidh,
Comes from Eachlainn Peak, up our dead troops"
Now everyone fights together

Now none ever will say twice,
"War isn't caused by too much pride"
Peace is as good as wars were bad
The towns in both lands are rebuilding
Envy first, then an eager host,
Then thousand prisoners in the grave...
Better eat words almost forever
Then ahve angry brothers on their biers

The first version is much easier to sing...second one is more like "One Tin Soldier" for my taste..and alot harder to sing. Of course, maybe i don't have the line breaks correct in that one, either. Enjoy!