And Grania would be watching over Diarmuid while he slept, and she would make a sleepy song for him, and it is what she would be saying: 

“Sleep a little, a little little, for there is nothing at all to fear, Diarmuid, grandson of Duibhne; sleep here soundly, soundly, Diarmuid, to whom I have given my love.

“It is I will keep watch for you, grandchild of shapely Duibhne; sleep a little, a blessing on you, beside the well of the strong field; my lamb from above the lake, from the banks of the strong streams.

“Let your sleep be like the sleep in the South, of Dedidach of the high poets, the time he took away old Morann’s daughter, for all Conall could do against him.

“Let your sleep be like the sleep in the North, of fair comely Fionnchadh of Ess Ruadh, the time he took Slaine with bravery as we think, in spite of Failbhe of the Hard Head.

“Let your sleep be like the sleep in the West, of Aine, daughter of Gailian, the time she went on a journey in the night with Dubhthach from Doirinis, by the light of torches.

“Let your sleep be like the sleep in the East, of Deaghadh the proud, the brave fighter, the time he took Coincheann, daughter of Binn, in spite of fierce Decheall of Duibhreann.

“O heart of the valour of the lands to the west of Greece, my heart will go near to breaking if I do not see you every day.  The parting of us two will be the parting of two children of the one house; it will be the parting of life from the body, Diarmuid, hero of the bright lake of Carman.”

And then to rouse him she would make another song, and it is what she would say:  “Caoinche will be loosed on your track; it is not slow the running of Caoilte will be; do not let death reach to you, do not give yourself to sleep for ever.

“The stag to the east is not asleep, he does not cease from bellowing; though he is in the woods of the blackbirds, sleep is not in his mind; the hornless doe is not asleep, crying after her speckled fawn; she is going over the bushes, she does not sleep in her home.

“The cuckoo is not asleep, the thrush is not asleep, the tops of the trees are a noisy place; the duck is not asleep, she is made ready for good swimming; the bog lark is not asleep to-night on the high stormy bogs; the sound of her clear voice is sweet; she is not sleeping between the streams.”

One time they were in a cave of Beinn Edair, and there was an old woman befriending them and helping them to keep a watch.  And one day she chanced to go up to the top of Beinn Edair, and she saw an armed man coming towards her, and she did now know him to be Finn; and when he was come near she asked what was he looking for.  “It is looking for a woman I am come,” he said, “and for a woman’s love.  And will you do all I will ask you?” he said.

“I will do that,” she said; for she thought it was her own love he was asking.

“Tell me then,” he said, “where is Diarmuid, grandson of Duibhne?”