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O'er the seven hills of Macha

In an age now passed by

Lived a people once forgotten

Beneath an ancient sky

For protection they had warriors

Unsurpassed on Eireann's shore

Warriors of the Craobh Rua

An eternal name in lore

The Rí he Dwelt at Emain

Ard-Rí of Ulaidh's Land

The people they had Plenty

Under Ard-Rí's Mighty Hand

Cruinneach in your arrogance

And boastfulness and pride

Evoking a curse

Upon your own kind

Curse of a woman!

Due to man's boastfulness

And the follyness of man

Man, may yet pay due

A curse I place on you

A curse I place on you

A weakness like a woman near her time

Once in every cycle, Ulaidh's strength

Will fail to shine, fail, fail to shine

Man may yet pay due

A curse I place on you

A curse I place on, curse I place on you

But in Ulaidh's hour of need

Mighty Lugh did pay heed

He begot a son at Brú na Bóinne

Under a sign of great tragedy

Setanta as a boy, as a boy, as a boy

Cú Chulainn, as a man, as a man, as a man

Standing alone against Connaught's might

One against all, the eternal fight

Champions they came

Champions they did fall

Standing alone

Cú chulainn, slew them all!

For the pride of Emain Macha, Emain Macha, Emain Macha

For the pride of Emain Macha, Emain Macha, Emain Macha

For the pride of Emain Macha, Emain Macha, Emain Macha

Pride of Emain Macha

That special seat of power