'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
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Prompt: 'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed,
When the moon and the stars they were shining,
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair,
And she swore she'd be my love forever
Prompt: It's not for the parting that my sister pains,
It's not for the grief of my mother,
Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass,
That my heart is breaking forever.
Prompt: All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen,
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green,
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune,
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring ...
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Prompt: The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping.
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
Though the waeful may cease frae their grieving.
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae, on the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
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Prompt: By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
The Rising of the Moon III - Old Spot by the River
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Prompt: Oh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be,
At the old spot by the river, quite well known to you and me.
One more word for signal token, whistle out the marching tune,
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Prompt: Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night,
Many a manly heart was beating [throbbing] for the blessed morning light,
Murmurs rang along the valley to the banshee's lonely croon,
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon.
Prompt: Old master painting... young bearded knight wearing chain mail armor with green and yellow tunic holding an young golden Dragon in his hands like a baby ... looking at the viewer... in the style of Titian. Dark background... old master style
Prompt: Old master painting... beautiful queen lady Guinevere of Camelot with a faithful tricolor Calico cat... looking at the viewer... in the style of Titian. Dark background... old master style
Loch Lomond - I trysted my ain love the night in the broom, my Ranald wha loves me sae dearly
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Prompt: I trysted my ain love the night in the broom,
My Ranald wha loves me sae dearly,
For the morrow he marches for Edinburgh toon,
To fecht for the King and Prince Chairlie.
The old wise Wizard Merlin with his tomcat Laighin
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Prompt: Old master painting... The Old, wise Wizard Merlin and his familiar grey tabby british shorthair cat... looking at the viewer... in the style of Titian. Dark background... old master style
Prompt: detailed surreal subconscious imagery of reality + whats in my mind + DMT visuals + fractal patterns::Salvador Dali style + you sir are a man + prompt this + boomshakalaka::skull --v 4molecular, textures, iridescent, elements of Zdzislaw Beksinsk, Klimt
Prompt: Old master painting... The Flying Scotsman: A charging Knight in shinning armor with lance and shield on an awesome warsteed ... on the yellow shield was a heraldic red lion (Royal Scottish Coat if Arms) .. in the style of Titian. Dark background... old master style
Prompt: Old master painting... bearded knight wearing a green tunic with a faithful brown tabby cat... looking at the viewer... in the style of Titian. Dark background... old master style
Prompt: A knight sits at his campfire in the sunset,
He sharpens his sword and rests after a great adventure,
His eyes wander, as he longs so much for his maiden,
The one in the far away land awaits him, but it's still a long way there.
Prompt: O you take the high road, and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
Let this be the hour when we draw swords together (Théoden)
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Prompt: Let this be the hour when we draw swords together.
Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath. Now for ruin. And the red dawn!
Rally to me! To me! Forth, and fear no darkness!
Arise! Arise! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered!
A sword-day! A red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now, ride! Ride for ruin and the world's ending!
Death! Death! Death!
King Theoden
Lord of the Rings
Prompt: Leaning on his sword, a single bearded knight with a green and yellow tunic over his chain mail kneels and prays at a old grave with a Celtic cross gravestone. The sky is cloudy, gray and dark, but a single ray of light breaks through the clouds and falls on the grave.
Prompt: And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so,
Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow,
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon,
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon.
The Knight's Watch Verse I - A knight sits at his campfire in the sunset
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Prompt: A knight sits at his campfire in the sunset
He sharpens his sword and rests after a great adventure
His eyes wander, as he longs so much for his maiden
The one in the far away land awaits him, but it's still a long way there
Prompt: A single bearded knight with a green and yellow tunic over his chain mail stands in front of an old stone Romanesque chapel and carefully holds in his hands a white dove that has an olive branch in its beak. It is a dark, gray sky full of clouds, but a single beam of light falls on the dove. Ivy grows on the walls of the chapel, and there are old, mighty and gnarled trees to the right and left of the chapel. The chapel has a Celtic cross at the top of the tower.
Prompt: As dauntless in battle as tender in love He'd yield
ne'er a foor toe the foeman
enemy But never again frae the field o' the slain
from Tae his Moira will he come by Loch Lomond
Loch Lomond - May, Your true love from battle returning
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Prompt: Yet, why weep you sae, my bonnie, bonnie May,
Your true love from battle returning,
His darling will claim at the height o' his fame,
And change into gladness her mourning
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