Our King

Ríoghnach nEachach

Our king, our valiant savior
Who fought in this long war
Our king, our king lies dying
And soon will draw breath no more

Our king, who fought beside us
Our king, who showed no fear
Our king, who rests his sword now
The best of men on the field

Our king, who slew the giants
Our king, with head held high
Will stride into the after
With no less than God at his side

Our king lays down his shield now
No more does Death dog him
He smiles, for his is freedom
And pities us lost souls here

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