| She be calm today, the most dangerous of waters
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| Expanses of water as the eye can see
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| Beyond its borders is where I’ll gain my victory
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| And salvage my crown, Laighin be for me
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| Though my kingdom be ruined, my family be strong
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| Time shall pass. |
| Tighernán will be gone
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| With the grey foreigner under my rule
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| ‘Twill be Ruaidhrí our glorious king who will be made of fool
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| Upstarts from Connacht his family be
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| Thinking ruler of that bog could one day be Ardrigh
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| His mead must have been made much stronger than normal
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| If he felt he could become warmonger
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| A wind slowly starts to rise from the east
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| I can feel the salt sting my face, the time be near
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| It will not be long ‘till they be here
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| Our allies will help us to crush the pretender king
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| A blackbird perched atop of the sun
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| Blinded by the darkness of Adrian’s Bull
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| Spewing across the sea from his homeland
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| As the threat of his own kin does finnaly fall at the feet of the devils grey
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| Dawn did break
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| As did he bows of their ships — the water
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| With their armour and helm — glittering in the sunrise
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| At the mouth of the bay known as Bannow
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| The first of Bealtaine 1169, a date destined to strike fear and loathing
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| In the hearts of the Irish for near a millenium
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| As the sails were lowered
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| While oar and the strength of man did the ships propel up to battle and
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| bloodshed
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| Victory… and the rise of the Grey
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| Beyond the mouth of the bay known as Bannow
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| With a hastely gathered five hundred men did Diarmuid Mac Murchadha heal south
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| While still more foreigners Grey under De Prendergast’s banner did land at
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| Bannow
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| And so to the Veisafjord did the warriors go Norman, Fleming, Welsh and Irish
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| To besiege the town of the Dubhghall
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| And teach the Norse a lesson in soldiery |