歌词
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
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