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THE TALE OF CU-CHULAINN: By Miracle-Of-Sound
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In the sodden snow of the Irish hills
Was born a Tuatha's child
With a fighting heart and immortal skill
And a spirit fiery and wild
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Through a prophecy he was bound and doomed
To a short and a glorious life
And he bore the name Setanta till
A famous fateful night
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With his hurley in his hands
His name would cross the land
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Well his Uncle Connor who wore the crown
Of Ulster on his head
In the home of Culainn the smith sat down
For mead and mutton and bread
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At the door lay the Cú, the faithful hound
A huge and and terrible beast
When a thief or enemy trod his ground
Their bones became his feast
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Well Setanta joined them late at night
And the hound it leapt to shred
But he raised his hurley, pucked the ball
Right through the poor beast's head
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He spoke remorse as the smith he cried
For his lost and murdered hound
'I will be your Cú now from this night
Till another you have found'
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So he lay outside the door
One eye watching on the moors
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And the name Cú Chulainn
Was sung out loud that night
In a tale of rage and ruin and of might
And the name Cú Chulainn
So furious and wild
To remain in myth and memory
A legend of the isle
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Cosantóir tragóideach
(Tragic guardian)
Fuil dhiaga Lú
(Divine blood of Lugh)
Finscéal an Chú
(Legend of the hound)
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Cosantóir tragóideach
(Tragic guardian)
Fuil dhiaga Lú
(Divine blood of Lugh)
Currach lán le fiúnach
(Boat filled with fury)
Finscéal an Chú
(Legend of the hound)
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Cosantóir tragóideach
(Tragic guardian)
Fuil dhiaga Lú
(Divine blood of Lugh)
Finscéal an Chú
(Legend of the hound)
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Cosantóir tragóideach
(Tragic guardian)
Fuil dhiaga Lú
(Divine blood of Lugh)
Curadh lán le fiúnach
(Warrior filled with fury)
Finscéal an Chú
(Legend of the hound)
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He trained on the Isle of Sky and Shadow
Bore an abandoned son
And met his battle brother Ferdiad
Many a tale they spun
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Well he fought with the strength of many men
A beast who bloodied the fields
In a bloodlust battle frenzy
His skin would shift and peel
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His son would find him as man
But would not tell his name
So he took a spear to his own child
And doomed himself to shame
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When the canny Queen Méabh attacked his land
To steal the bull of brown
She sent out Ferdiad to fight
Cú Chualainn struck him down
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Blood of son and brother fell
He wailed and cried farewell
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And the name Cú Chulainn
Was sung out loud that night
In a tale of rage and ruin and of might
And the name Cú Chulainn
So furious and wild
To remain in myth and memory
A legend of the isle
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Cosantóir tragóideach
Fuil dhiaga Lú
Finscéal an Chú
Cosantóir tragóideach
Fuil dhiaga Lú
Curadh lán le fiúnach
Finscéal an Chú
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When the father of fair Emer
Refused to give her to wed
Cú Chulainn tore his castle down
And left the whole place dead
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They loved eachother, man and wife
Despite his many affairs
Then he met the Morrigan, turned her down
And earned her vengeful glare
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She weakened him and broke his strength
With trickery and lies
By feeding him the flesh of dogs
Three crones were her disguise
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The Queen and Lugaid saw their chance
To fight the Cú and win
When he battled next 3 spears were thrown
And one tore through his skin
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So he tied himself to a mighty stone
By his guts and belt he hung
And so he still stood on his feet
Till the last breath it left his lungs
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And a light shone out so grand
Till the raven came to land
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And the name Cú Chulainn
Was sung out loud that night
In a tale of rage and ruin and of might
And the name Cú Chulainn
So furious and wild
To remain in myth and memory
A legend of the isle
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Scaoil amach on ceol!
(Let loose the music!)
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