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When the Moon still was young and the mountains were tall

In the realm of the Tuatha De Danann,

My delight was the sound of the hammer and forge

Shaping bronze into weapons of war

When the Heroes of Dawn put the giants to the sword

Strong was Cuchulain and shining was Lugh

They would sing to the wind with a falcon at their fist

Hymns of Gaelic valor

I remember the day when their ships filled the sea

And the emblems of Rome hid the sky,

When the ninth legion marched to subdue the Red Queen

And the sons of the Goddess Danann

Then the Heroes of Dawn put the Romans to the sword

Strong like Cuchulain and shining like Lugh

They would fight skyclad, and to please the Morrigan

Die for Gaelic valor

Now the Moon’s in eclipse and the skies breed a storm

O’er the realm of the Tuatha De Danann,

My lament shall be heard for the fires ashen cold

And the anvils resounding no more

Now the Heroes of Dawn sleep in mounds underground

Cuchulain forgotten - forgotten is Lough,

Who shall sing to the wind, shed his tears to fill the sea

For the lost Gaelic valor?