Brave Connor Mac

The Sesair dogs of Tir-nan-og have stalked me to

enslave

And rampant in the hybrid hills amidst the cattle raid

The Ulstermen will kneel before the heathen path I've

paved

And bards of mighty Conchobar will offer me to Maeve

Through Sourlands in bloody bands across the north they

go

Brave Conner Mac his tribes are painted blue from head

to toe

But all alone the Infidel did match them blow for blow

His body bent and hair in spikes came flailing to and

fro

The carnage lingered on, his body split from side to

side

The tendons tore his mighty chest and ripped his

leathered hide

Across his back ten Ulstermen were carried from the

lake

And soon there were ten sundered heads each thrust upon

a stake

The battle-rage had gripped him as he squirmed inside

his skin

One eye had popped out of his head the other sucked

back in

Soon pieces of Brave Conner Mac and friends adorned the

ground

It took three tubs of ice to cool his burning body down

Setanta of the sesair was the chosen king by birth

The power he possesses is a gift from mother earth

Through chronicles of time he'll rise again and spread

his fame

And future incarnations will arise to bear his name

The Sourlands are bitter and the northern tribes are

free

In Tir-nan-og a new abandoned kingdom waits for me

The message of the fallen king is swift across the land

To Ulster where a widowed Queen prepares to take my

hand