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Towards the Hill of Miochaoin, they went

Brian faced Miochaoin, and they fought

Like two beast's they attacked

And as the sun rose Miochaoin fell

As they heard their father's cry

The Sons Of Miochaoin,appeared

Corc,Conn and Aedh ,the champions gathered

Courage Strength and honor in their thought's

Spear's held tight against their enemy

The Last stand of defence on their father's hill

The Sons of Tuireann adamant on their task

They began to clash.

Driving their spear's into Tuireanns Son's

The Sons in turn did the same

Although death was upon them

The task was still at hand

Nearly at death and bereft of time

Brian called to his brother's

Let u rise up and climb the hill

And give the three shouts.

And with that Brian helped them up

He raised them up with one in each hand

Shedding river's of blood,they gave the three shouts

Brian returned his brother's to the Wavesweeper.

Manannan's Wavesweeper was ancient

It was a sacred curragh

It sailed fast on air and water

With the ferocious speed of the wind

The Son's traveled for many year's with despair and grief

They came to Beinn Edair

And their Father' dun

And asked him for help.

The Brother's gave the spit to Tuireann

Give it to Lugh in friendship

For they needed the healing,power of the pigskin

For death had nearly claimed them.

Tuireann journeyed to Teamhair

In the search for Lugh

He handed over the cooking spit

And asked for the pig skin

Lugh turned and refused him

Even for the earth in gold

Brian asked again and got the same

To their death's they would go.

Brian left and returned to his brothers

And as he lay, the life went from him

He lay dead there, with his brethern

A quest for their life's in vain

Tuireann cried and lamented for his sons

Each of them could have been a king

And so he fell and died with a broken heart

The Son's and him buried in one grave.