| King Eochaid of the Fir Bolg’s
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| Had a meeting with his men
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| A warrior to face the Tuatha
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| His name the Mighty Sreng
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| In return watchers of the Tuatha
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| Sent their own champion, Bres
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| Both warriors observed each other
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| By the hillside of the mountain pass
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| Raise your spears to the sky
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| Sword and shield grasped tight!
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| Eyes full of fire
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| Magh Nia, ready and willing to fight!
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| Raise your spears to the sky
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| Sword and shield grasped tight!
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| Eyes full of fire
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| Magh Nia, ready and willing to die!
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| The two became puzzled
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| When thy spoke in their mother tongu
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| They spoke in Irish and came to speak
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| Laying down their shields for fear
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| Observing the craft of each other’s spear
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| To learn each ways fatal!
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| Craiseach was its name
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| The name Sreng gave them
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| Raise your spears to the sky
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| Sword and shield grasped tight!
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| Eyes full of fire
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| Magh Nia, ready and willing to die!
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| Raise your spears to the sky
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| Sword and shield grasped tight!
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| Eyes full of fire
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| Magh Nia, ready and willing to fight!
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| Bres turned to Sreng and said
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| We will take half of Ireland!
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| And if we can not
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| A war will begin, blood will flow
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| Sreng went back to his king
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| Told of what he’d learned
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| When the king heard the offer he said
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| Raise your spears to the sky
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| Sword and shield grasped tight!
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| Eyes full of fire
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| Magh Nia, ready and willing to die!
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| Raise your spears to the sky
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| Sword and shield grasped tight!
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| Eyes full of fire
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| Magh Nia, ready and willing to die! |