Grianan an Aileach
The Metrical Dindsenchas

What is this mighty ring of stone
Set on a narrow neck of land
With seas to either hand? 

‘Tis the Grianan an Ailleach
Home to the northern Ui Neill
And rival of Tara, herself! 

Who made this ring of rocks
With gates to enter and leave
And stairways to climb? 

Some will say ‘twas built by the hand
Of no less than The Dagda, himself
Atop the ruin of an ancient earthen fort. 

Why is it here on this high point
Where the wind blows constant
And the rain seldom falls? 

Look around, out from the wall
Five counties of Donegal you see
And the waters to each side. 

And what purpose does it serve
Sitting atop the barren rocks
Between Donegal and the rest of Eire? 

‘Twas set to protect this far northern cape
And guard it safe from all intruders
Who would take the kine and women of Ui Neill.