Ríoghnach Locha Eachach |
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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