A tale of honor I will now tell About a man, strong and true Brian Boru was his name And through his deeds a nation grew He was born in a time of bondage The viking raiders claimed his lands His hatred grew when he saw his mother Killing by vicious viking hands
His brother Mahon strived for peace Brian knew it would never come The vikings have us by the throat! They kill our children just for Boru left with a group of men They rode into the fading light He would attack the many viking camps And vanish in the dark of night
Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a viking blade was his fate
Brian Boru, our last Ard Ri Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the vikings from his sight
Malachy, the king of Meath, with Brian face to face They both agreed that Brian should take The monarchy of the Gaelic race Brian had much word to do To heal the wounds of Danish reign He planned a massive call to arms To remove the last of the Dane
To Clontarf Brian's army marched To give the Dane their final fight The army charged with swords help high The viking line was soon in sight The battle rages for many hours And many fine warriors fell But victory was always ours The Gaelic might could not be quelled
Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a viking blade was his fate
Brian Boru, our last Ard Ri Led the Gael to victory Could not stand his countries plight He removed the vikings from his sightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
