The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster, he is of the otherworld. His father is God, Lugh Lamheada, his mother Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was
The years they passed like a flowing stream in a highland vale shrouded in green. The Fianna marched with Fionn at their helm, though older and wiser
I?ve been the wild rover for many?s a year, and I?ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer and now I?m returning with gold in great store, and I never
Born in occupied Dublin town, as the sun shone down on tyranny, Wolfe Tone grew up a privileged man, receiving a Trinity college degree. He despaired
A volunteer in his nations struggle Another soldier in the G.P.O. The rising failed - our leaders captured The English grip would not let go But Michael
We are alone in this cursed land, left to die like starving dogs. Our crops have failed us yet again; nothing grows in this desolate bog. I hold my daughter
I hear you calling Your voice so fair I reach out to touch you But know you're not there The summer is ending Clouds darken the sky As the rain starts
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A scourge on the world from the earliest days Christ, his church and his sinister ways Starter of wars, Instigator of crimes Despoiler of cultures, Destroyer
There is a pain inside me A pain as old as earth That has outlived civilizations A primordial anguish so strong So unforgiving in its innocence That I
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say
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
I watch the sky turning black And know the time is fast approaching My clan they all look to me I turn away, I face the ocean In the dark I see a fleet
As I look out across the sea I stand proud but am I free? A thousand years have come and gone I have won, I will go on Stand firm against the storm I
I am the wind that blows over the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am a vulture on the
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[Music & Words: KF] Remember well the 30th of January, The feeling of dread that was in the air. The people marched for their right to equality, They