My Lady, My Land 
by Cillian an Sealgair

If it's treasonous to say my ladie's fairer than the Queen
Then since I've dwelled within this land, a traitor I have been.
My lady is beloved by every maid and every man
And she holds to her bosom all throughout the her land

One moment she's serene like a Riverhaven dawn
The next my lay rages as a Rowany Easter storm
My sword is hers to call on and a thousand more besides
And each man knighted in her land takes her as his bride.

A great stone adorns her navel, changing colour with her mood
And from her man is gifted with clear water, wine and food
Girt by a golden halo in a gown of natures hues
My lady smiles upon me with eyes of grey and blue

And when I'm called to battle, her lands and honour to defend
It's her name I cry to God as her enemies I rend
With "Lochac! Lochac!" on my lips I fight, I kill, I die
With "Lochac! Lochac!" on my lips, I fight I kill, I die

If it's treasonous to say my lady's fairer than the Queen
Then since I've dwelled within this land, a traitor I have been.