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