| With the spear to his heart
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| And the wind in his hair
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| To the Men of Dea, and he told them
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| Of the Fir Bolg warrior Sreng
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| To Connacht they did march
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| Preparing battlements for war
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| Passing the mountain Belgata
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| To arrive at the field of battle
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| At Magh Nia
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| The Trinity of the Tuatha
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| Badb, Macha and Anann
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| Arrived at Temhair
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| Where the Fir Bolgs did rest
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| They cast a mist dark and deep
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| And summoned showers
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| Of fire and blood!
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| The Fir Bolg’s engulfed in flame
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| Unable to see, unable to speak
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| Eleven battalions of the Fir Bolgs
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| Marched and stood defiant
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| On the East
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| Nuada sent Eochaid the offer
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| Eochaid refused
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| He would not show defeat
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| The war was delayed
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| By a quarter of a year
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| Armour, swords and spears ready
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| Until the day of battle came
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| From both sides, three times nine hurlers
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| Entered the battle but they will die
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| Four days passed, warriors did fall
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| And on that day the tide was turned
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| The Men of Dea rose up, and fell
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| On the Fir Bolgs like rain on the Earth
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| Eochaid went for a drink
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| His men not by his side
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| But the Tuatha not far behind
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| To the Strand they did go
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| Nuada’s Sons fought the king
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| Dragging him into the sea
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| Daggers endlessly piercing!
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| Leaving a heap of stones where he died
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| The dead king now watches the sea
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| A victory for the Tuatha
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| This was the battle of Magh Tuiread |