Ard ri na Heirann
A tale of honor I will now tell,
About a man, strong and true,
Brian Boru was his name,
And through his deeds a nation grew.
He was born in a time of bondage,
The viking raiders claimed his lands,
His hatred grew when he saw his mother
Killing by vicious viking hands.
His brother Mahon strived for peace,
Brian knew it would never come,
The vikings have us by the throat!
They kill our children just for.
Boru left with a group of men,
They rode into the fading light,
He would attack the many viking camps,
And vanish in the dark of night.
Brian Boru, our beloved son,
Fought the Dane, he fought and won.
Losy his life at eighty eight,
Death by a viking blade was his fate.
Brian Boru, our last Ard Ri,
Led the Gael to victory.
Could not stand his countries plight,
He removed the vikings from his sight.
Malachy, the king of Meath, with Brian face to face,
They both agreed that Brian should take,
The monarchy of the Gaelic race,
Brian had much word to do,
To heal the wounds of Danish reign,
He planned a massive call to arms,
To remove the last of the Dane.
To Clontarf Brian's army marched,
To give the Dane their final fight,
The army charged with swords help high,
The viking line was soon in sight.
The battle rages for many hours,
And many fine warriors fell,
But victory was always ours,
The Gaelic might could not be quelled.
Brian Boru, our beloved son,
Fought the Dane, he fought and won.
Losy his life at eighty eight,
Death by a viking blade was his fate.
Brian Boru, our last Ard Ri,
Led the Gael to victory.
Could not stand his countries plight,
He removed the vikings from his sight.
About a man, strong and true,
Brian Boru was his name,
And through his deeds a nation grew.
He was born in a time of bondage,
The viking raiders claimed his lands,
His hatred grew when he saw his mother
Killing by vicious viking hands.
His brother Mahon strived for peace,
Brian knew it would never come,
The vikings have us by the throat!
They kill our children just for.
Boru left with a group of men,
They rode into the fading light,
He would attack the many viking camps,
And vanish in the dark of night.
Brian Boru, our beloved son,
Fought the Dane, he fought and won.
Losy his life at eighty eight,
Death by a viking blade was his fate.
Brian Boru, our last Ard Ri,
Led the Gael to victory.
Could not stand his countries plight,
He removed the vikings from his sight.
Malachy, the king of Meath, with Brian face to face,
They both agreed that Brian should take,
The monarchy of the Gaelic race,
Brian had much word to do,
To heal the wounds of Danish reign,
He planned a massive call to arms,
To remove the last of the Dane.
To Clontarf Brian's army marched,
To give the Dane their final fight,
The army charged with swords help high,
The viking line was soon in sight.
The battle rages for many hours,
And many fine warriors fell,
But victory was always ours,
The Gaelic might could not be quelled.
Brian Boru, our beloved son,
Fought the Dane, he fought and won.
Losy his life at eighty eight,
Death by a viking blade was his fate.
Brian Boru, our last Ard Ri,
Led the Gael to victory.
Could not stand his countries plight,
He removed the vikings from his sight.