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It is an old story this one

But, you'll believe me when I say

All the more true for being so


My grandfather first told it me

When I was only a tiny boy

And I've spoken and I've sung it out


More times than you could ever count

To anyone who'll listen

To anyone who will hear me


But my back is twisted now and

My head is grey and I know that

Soon enough I'll be put under this turf


Where my skin will rot and my bones bleach

And there will be nobody left

Who'll want to listen to me


So this story is yours now

Take it and tell it any way you like

Tell it as many times as you like


In dark forests and by firesides

On dusty pages, in songs or sonnets

Shape it and change it and turn it


This story belongs to you now

This strange legend of dunoran

This story has some telling still to do


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