| And the tyrants did reach the Vedrafjord
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| Where the very earth did wail from the treachery
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| Sang by the soil, soaked through at Dún Domhnaill
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| Breaching the walls the vermin did enter
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| Women and children and men they were butchered
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| The streets ran with blood
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| The corpses piled high
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| The mountain of dead rose to the sky
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| Gaedhel and Gall Dubh did man the walls
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| Gaedhel and Gall Dubh did fight and fall
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| As attack, attack, attack did the Grey ones mount
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| Pulling down the walls
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| Did they then sack and slaughter all
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| Raghnall’s Tower was last to fall
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| Long alter the slaughter at the wall
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| Ua Faoileán, two Sitrics, the Norse Lord Raghnall
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| Faught and repelled them time and again
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| 'Till finally wearied and covered in blood
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| They succumbed to the butchers
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| Two Sitrics beheaded
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| The others though Mac Murchadha did save
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| Though the Norman butchers did want them to the grave
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| Gaedhel and Gall Dubh did man the walls
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| Gaedhel and Gall Dubh did fight and fall
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| As attack, attack, attack did the Grey ones mount
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| The city in ruins
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| Did they then sack and slaughter all
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| And so amidst the piles of rotting corpses
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| Were Aoife and Richard de Clare wed
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| 'Neath the August sun of 1170
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| Was the treachery complete amidst the bodies of the dead
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| Gaedhel and Gall Dubh did man the walls
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| Gaedhel and Gall Dubh did fight and fall
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| As attack, attack, attack did the Grey ones mount
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| Pulling down the walls
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| Did they then…
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| Gaedhel and Gall Dubh did man the walls
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| Gaedhel and Gall Dubh did fight and fall
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| As attack, attack, attack did the Grey ones mount
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| The city in ruins
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| Did they then sack and slaughter all |