Cruachan
The Morrigan's Call
1. Shelob
2. The Brown Bull Of Cooley
3. Coffin Ships
4. The Great Hunger
5. The Old Woman In The Woods
6. Ungoliant
7. The Morrigan's Call
8. Téir abhaile riú
9. Wolfe Tone
10. The Very Wild Rover
11. Cuchulainn
12. Diarmuid And Grainne
1. Shelob
A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile,
a beast with no mercy or heart.
She will lead you in with a sinister grin,
and then she will tear you apart.
Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite.
Her cruel claws will hold you tight.
This sickly spider will rip your skin
and poison you from within.
Her horrible reign has lasted an age;
yet no one will challenge her rule.
She lives un-checked in her cave of web,
so brutal, malicious and cruel.
But a traveller came from the north one day,
so innocent, caring and kind.
Blind walked the traveller into the cave,
unaware of what he might find.
The beast attacked with all its might.
The traveller ran from its sight.
He pierced the creature, a painful strike,
then ran from the cave in fright.
Now the beast remains in her cave of hate
claiming victims whenever she can,
but not our hero, who came from the north.
Stronger is he since he ran.
A tyrant so evil, so nasty, so vile,
a beast with no mercy or heart.
She will lead you in with a sinister grin,
and then she will tear you apart.
Her fiendish fangs will rip and bite.
Her cruel claws will hold you tight.
This sickly spider will rip your skin
and poison you from within.
Her horrible reign has lasted an age;
yet no one will challenge her rule.
She lives un-checked in her cave of web,
so brutal, malicious and cruel.
But a traveller came from the north one day,
so innocent, caring and kind.
Blind walked the traveller into the cave,
unaware of what he might find.
The beast attacked with all its might.
The traveller ran from its sight.
He pierced the creature, a painful strike,
then ran from the cave in fright.
Now the beast remains in her cave of hate
claiming victims whenever she can,
but not our hero, who came from the north.
Stronger is he since he ran.
2. The Brown Bull Of Cooley
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war.
She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more.
She wanted the bull that dwelled in Cooley -
a magnificent beast that she longed to see.
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war.
She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more.
She longed for the bull that dwelled in Cooley -
a magnificent beast that she longed to see.
The men of Ulster would not concur.
“No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!”
She gathers her armies she looks to the north.
On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth.
The men of Ulster would not concur.
“No one shall threaten us, certainly not her!”
She gathers her armies she looks to the north.
On the eve of the solstice, the armies march forth.
Maeve is warned by a faerie prophet:
she had a vision of evil, malice and death.
“This cannot be, as anyone will tell,
the men of Ulster are held by an ancient spell.”
But true this news was and here I will tell why -
Ulster’s defender was merely a boy.
Cuchulainn was his name; he was free from the curse.
Single combat was arranged and he would fight first.
He slays many soldiers through the day and night.
No matter whom he faces, Cuchulainn wins the fight.
He is watched by The Morrigan, the Goddess of war.
Love grows in her heart as she views from afar.
The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite,
until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight.
Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword.
He feels sad and angry and will fight no more.
The combat continues, Cuchulainn kills with spite,
until his old friend Ferdiad enters the fight.
Cuchulainn kills Ferdiad, with a slash of his sword.
He feels sad and angry and will fight no more.
Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North,
to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort.
“Men are being killed, women carried away!”
He called to the warriors who were in disarray.
Cuchulainn’s father then rode to the North,
to Eamhain Macha, King Conchobar’s fort.
“Men are being killed, women carried away!”
Their lines are broken, in disarray.
An accident happened and his head was cut off,
but continued to speak and choke and cough.
This spectacle brings Ulster out of its spell;
they go to Cuchulainn and Ulster fights well.
Maeve has been defeated and to Connaught he returns,
but there is a twist to this tale, a very strange turn.
She captured the bull and brought it to Cruachan.
It killed her own bull and in the morning was gone.
3. Coffin Ships
[instrumental]
4. The Great Hunger
We are alone in this cursed land, left to die like starving dogs.
Our crops have failed us yet again; nothing grows in this desolate bog.
I hold my daughter in my arms. She is too weak to stand or walk.
Her face is gaunt, her belly empty; she cannot see, she cannot talk.
What money I had has all been spent, on bread and milk and bloody rent.
They take from us all that we have, these bastards that from Hell were sent.
My wife is dead. My home is lost, all around me dead and dying.
I grip my child, I hold her tight. I must go on, I must keep trying.
To the harbour is where I plan to go, to escape the land I love so dear.
The English are the rulers here. They eat their fill. The have no fear.
I look to the heavens and shout aloud “What has poor Ireland done?”
The world looks on and sees us starve, dying one by one.
My strength has failed, I can’t go on. Beside my daughter I lay.
Some bread or corn could save her life. All I can do is pray.
I hold her hand and wipe a tear as I watch a new day dawn.
My daughter seems so peaceful now; to heaven she is gone.
5. The Old Woman In The Woods
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, weile weile waile.
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, down by the river Saile.
She had a baby three months old, weile weile waile.
She had a baby three months old, down by the river Saile.
She had a pen knife, long and sharp, weile weile waile.
She had a pen knife, long and sharp, down by the river Saile.
She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, weile weile waile.
She stuck the pen knife in the baby’s heart, down by the river Saile.
There were three loud knocks come a’knocking on the door, weile weile waile.
There were three loud knocks come a’knocking on the door, down by the river
Saile.
There were two policemen and a special-branchman, weile weile waile.
There were two policemen and a special-branchman, down by the river Saile.
They put a rope around her neck, weile weile waile.
They put a rope around her neck, down by the river Saile.
They pulled the rope and she got hung, weile weile waile.
They pulled the rope and she got hung, down by the river Saile.
And that was the end of the woman in the woods, weile weile waile.
And that was the end of the baby too, down by the river Saile.
6. Ungoliant
Evil incarnate from the depths of night,
a monstrous creature that hungers for light.
Corrupted by Melkor to do as he says,
this hideous spider, unwillingly obeys.
Telperion and Laurelin shone brightly this night,
these trees of the Gods, created for light.
All around Valmar shone silver and gold.
Melkor seen this and his grew cold.
Over the fields of Valinor she came;
the fear of Melkor drove her insane,
to the mound where the trees did grow.
Melkor struck both with a mighty blow.
Their sap poured forth as if it were blood.
Ungoliant drank as fast as she could.
All across Valinor darkness did reign.
Their evil achieved: the trees lay slain.
7. The Morrigan's Call
I fall to my knees, I await my death.
A fallen warrior, hear my last breath.
I fought so fierce, I fought with pride.
Now I am just another who died.
Who will care for my child? Who will care for my wife?
I leave them behind at the end of my life.
I long to stay and watch my child grow,
but I am dead and I must go.
8. Téir abhaile riú
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú,
téir abhaile riú a Mhary,
téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú,
téir abhaile riú a Mhary,
téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein,
is cuma cé dhein a Mhary,
Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein,
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú,
téir abhaile riú a Mhary,
téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú,
téir abhaile riú a Mhary,
téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein,
is cuma cé dhein a Mhary,
Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein,
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire,
pós an píobaire, a Mhary,
Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche
,s beidh sé agat ar maidin.
Pós an píobaire, pós an píobaire,
pós an píobaire, a Mhary,
Pós an píobaire, i dtus an oíche
,s beidh sé agat ar maidin.
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú,
téir abhaile riú a Mhary,
téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú,
téir abhaile riú a Mhary,
téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein,
is cuma cé dhein a Mhary,
Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein,
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú,
téir abhaile riú a Mhary,
téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú,
téir abhaile riú a Mhary,
téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein,
is cuma cé dhein a Mhary,
Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein,
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Tá do mharagadh,
Níl mo mharagadh,
Tá do mharagadh déanta,
Níl mo mharagadh,
Tá do mharagadh,
Níl mo mharagadh déanta!
Tá do mharagadh,
Níl mo mharagadh,
Tá do mharagadh déanta,
Níl mo mharagadh,
Tá do mharagadh,
Níl mo mharagadh déanta!
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú,
téir abhaile riú a Mhary,
téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú,
téir abhaile riú a Mhary,
téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein,
is cuma cé dhein a Mhary,
Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein,
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú,
téir abhaile riú a Mhary,
téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú,
téir abhaile riú a Mhary,
téir abhaile riú ,s fan abhaile
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein,
is cuma cé dhein a Mhary,
Is cuma cé dhein é nó nár dhein,
mar atá do mharagadh déanta.
9. Wolfe Tone
Born in occupied Dublin town, as the sun shone down on tyranny,
Wolfe Tone grew up a privileged man, receiving a Trinity college degree.
He despaired for his fellow countrymen under the rule of the British crown.
When they rose up to claim their land, the British always beat them down.
The society of (united) Irishmen he founded in 1791.
They called for freedom from the crown. They wanted justice to be done.
Outlawed they were for their noble views. Wolfe Tone was exiled from his land.
All talk of freedom and liberty was forbidden and completely banned.
He fought the fight he knew was right.
For liberty he would give his life.
His cause was just, his reasons fair:
to free poor Eireann from despair.
In Paris he got the support he craved: troops and supplies to aid his fight!
The French would help the Irish cause; the flame of hope was burning bright.
But not for long I’m sad to say, the British knew both where and when.
Their spies had told them all and more; this rebellion failed again!
Peasants armed with farming tools, filled with honour, strength and pride,
faced the might of British steel. Thirty thousand Irish died.
Wolfe Tone was captured. He cut his throat; he used his own kitchen knife.
“After such heroic a sacrifice, it is no great effort to add my life.”
He fought the fight he knew was right.
For liberty he would give his life.
His cause was just, his reasons fair:
to free poor Eireann from despair.
10. The Very Wild Rover
I’ve been the wild rover for many’s a year,
and I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer
and now I’m returning with gold in great store,
and I never will play the wild rover no more.
And it’s no, nay, never!
No, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover.
No, never, no more.
I went to an alehouse I used to frequent
and I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me “Nay”,
saying “Custom like yours I can have any day”.
And it’s no, nay, never!
No, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover.
No, never, no more.
I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
and the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight.
She said “I have whiskeys and wines of the best,
and the words that I told you were only in jest.”
And it’s no, nay, never!
No, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover.
No, never, no more.
I’ll go home to my parents, tell them what I’ve done,
and I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son,
and when they have kissed me, as oft-times before,
I never will play the wild rover no more.
And it’s no, nay, never!
No, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover.
No, never, no more.
And it’s no, nay, never!
No, nay, never, no more
will I play the wild rover.
No, never, no more.
11. Cuchulainn
The Hound of Culann, the Hound of Ulster,
he is of the otherworld.
His father is God, Lugh Lamheada,
his mother Dectire is mortal.
Culann the smith was holding a feast
for the Ard Ri Conchobhar.
His mighty Hound had been unleashed
to guard the fortress’ mighty door.
Setanta arrived late at the gates.
He did not know of Culann’s Hound.
The Hound attacked and met its fate.
It lay there dead upon the ground.
Culann was angered when he learned,
his favourite Hound was no more,
but Setanta swore he’d stay at night
to guard the fortress’ mighty door.
He took up arms on the day,
which Cathbad declared auspicious.
He took up arms on that day,
would become famous but short lived.
On his first battle foray,
he killed the sons of Nechtin Seine.
Also on that fateful day,
he took his first battle frenzy.
His body begins to twist and turn.
His flesh revolves within his skin.
His features turn red one by one
and the slaying then begins.
He returned to Eamhain Macha
and threatened to destroy the town.
The naked women were then brought forth.
He then began to calm down.
He fell in love with Emer.
Her father was appalled.
“No warrior shall be with her
unless by Domhnall he is called.”
He went to train with Domhnall
and learned from him all that he could.
“You must go and train with Scathach.”
He bowed his head and said he would.
Having learned the martial arts,
he returned to claim the hand of Emer.
Her father, he quickly refused.
Cuchulainn showed his battle temper.
He entered the fortress
and left many of the warriors dead.
Emer’s father killed himself.
The lovers were made to wed.
Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann,
Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann,
Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann,
he is the son of a God.
Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann,
Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann,
Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann;
serpents and dragons he fought.
Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster
during the mighty war and tain.
When Maeve of Connaught invaded,
he stood his ground despite the pain.
He is called a tragic hero.
With Caladin, his Sword,
he killed his best friend Ferdiad
at the battle of the Ford.
Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann,
Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann,
Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann,
he is the son of a God.
Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann,
Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann,
Cuchulainn, the Hound of Culann;
serpents and dragons he fought.
In Cuchulainn’s final fight,
a javelin was thrown at him.
It sliced his belly like a knife
and caused his innards to fall out.
He staggered to a nearby lake,
where he took a final drink.
A raven, who was drinking his blood,
tripped over his intestines.
The hero gave a last great laugh
and tied himself against a stone.
He faced his enemies standing up,
but he knew his life was quickly going.
For three days the foe were scared
until a crow perched on his arm.
An otter began to drink his blood.
“Cuchulainn is dead”, is what they said.
12. Diarmuid And Grainne
The years they passed like a flowing stream
in a highland vale shrouded in green.
The Fianna marched with Fionn at their helm,
though older and wiser this lord of the realm.
He was loyal to his king, Cormac Mac Art
and to his daughter would give his heart.
Her name was Grainne, noble and fair,
but to marry Fionn she would not dare.
A feast was prepared in Tara’s great halls,
marriage banners adorned on the walls.
Grainne sat pale as the feast began
then she spied Diarmuid and to him she ran.
“My heart is filled with longing for you”
she whispered to Diarmuid, he knew not what to do.
“Grainne, so fair, with eyes like the sun,
please, do not tempt me; do not anger Fionn.”
She did not listen and she did not care;
she enchanted Diarmuid with her fiery stare.
He was under a geis to do what she pleased,
(though) he did not resist or ask for release.
During the night when the Fianna did sleep,
through Tara’s great halls, the lovers did creep.
They fled through the night, to where they knew not,
away from Fionn. They dared not stop.
The cry of hounds they heard in the night.
They ran until they were far from sight.
Days became weeks and still they fled;
if caught by Fionn, they would both be dead.
One night as they lay in a forest so dark,
they pledged their love, gave each other their heart.
They made love that night on a bed of grass,
two lovers united, never to part.
For a year and a half, the chase went on.
Wherever Fionn looked, the lovers were gone.
They were aided by Aengus, many a time.
He was father of Diarmuid, a warrior fine.
Aengus grew tired of this bitter pursuit;
he met Fionn and the king to try end the dispute.
Neither were pleased, but they did agree.
They could live in peace; they were now free.
Fionn relented and gave them some land.
They lived in peace and all was grand.
Years passed by and the lovers grew old;
they had four sons who grew mighty and bold.
Diarmuid longed to go hunting with Fionn,
like in the old days, when they were young.
One fateful night, he opened the door;
there stood Fionn; they were friends once more.
There was feasting that night and stories told.
The two merry men remembered the battles of old.
They planned to go hunting at first light,
though Diarmuid heard cries throughout the night.
The Boar was a beast he would not hunt,
from the wildest swine to the smallest runt.
To kill it would bring his own demise.
This curse he had carried all his life.
When morning came, Diarmuid set out.
He remembered those cries and was filled with doubt.
He came upon Fionn at the top of a hill.
There was blood on his hands; he looked ready to kill.
“A boar is loose, it has killed my hound.”
Fionn pointed to the beast that lay on the ground.
There then came a crash and the boar attacked.
It struck Diarmuid hard and broke his back.
As he fell down, he stabbed the boar.
He killed the beast; it was no more.
“Fionn, help me, I’m dying and you have the gift
of healing, get water, I’m starting to drift.”
Fionn ran to the stream and cupped his hand,
but the water fell through and soaked into the sand.
He tried again, this time with success,
but when he returned Diarmuid was dead.
Grainne fell ill when she heard he was dead.
She cursed Fionn and Fianna, oh, how her heart bled.
“Diarmuid, sweet Diarmuid, I will always love thee;
I will never forget the way you loved me.”
She lived on her own for some time on her land,
until Fionn did come to ask for her hand.
This time she agreed; Fionn had mended his ways.
They went to Kildare to see out their days.
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