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After Tailtin, the Tuatha

Were without a place to remain.

Manannan created a new home,

Among the hills and valleys

Of Ireland hidden,

That no man could see through

But pass through.

The Tuatha were assembled

In the halls in council.

"We need a king to be over us"

The Tuatha did say.

Bring forth those

Who would be fit to be king.

From the White Field Lir

Of Sidhe Fionnachaidh

From Ilbrech of Ess Ruadh,

Bodh Dearg of the Dagda born

From Bri Leith, Midhir the Proud,

And Angus Og, Son of the Dagda.

The Circle formed in the great halls

And the Council of High Men

They did gather,

For the sake of the Dagda and the Tuatha de Danann

Bodh Dearg must and will be king.

WILL BE KING

Leaving the halls for his enchanted Home in Sidhe Femen,

The Tuatha raise their spears

And shields in glory to him.

The war drums echo to

The chants of the druids

And men and women of the Tuatha, unite!

In his hall of Brugh na Boinne

Bodb Dearg he is king,

Along the hillside and the valleys,

The winds whip through the plains,

In his throne and in his halls,

Celebration claims into the night.

The Dagda on the hill

Looking at the KING.

His son!

His son!