I am a stag: of seven tines,
I am a flood: across a plain,
I am a wind: on a deep lake,
I am a tear: the Sun lets fall,
I am a hawk: above the cliff,
I am a thorn: beneath the nail,
I am a wonder: among flowers,
I am a wizard: who but I
Sets the cool head aflame with smoke?
The land of Ireland fell in love with the song and the bard and parted the mist to let the sailors approach. The Celts took the island with little force. The Tuatha De Danann retreated into the land, becoming part of her, and living underground from that time to the present. The Celts came ashore, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Oh, and the Tuatha De Dannan? They live on, still making aggravating magic to annoy humans as the Wee Folk, the Leprechauns of Ireland.