From the isalnd
where snakes
dare
Not slither
An emerald
Isle
where music is traded
and Giants stamp
Along Causways
despite this Gale
And
Eyre Weather
The giant
Sneezzes
And
Puts
out
The Fires
left
at
Beacons
Lit for
The
Fisherman
To
Warn them off the
Jagged
Rocks
Below
A baby was bore on this
rain soaked night
Son of Kian
And father of Cuchulain
The son for protections
game
But will be bought up by his uncle
GOBAN the SMITH
&
DUACH
KING OF FAIRYLAND
As a child
Of nearly
TEN
Lugh
He picked up a picture of
a lion
And handed it to Goban
And said
with profain
and conviction true
Thats a picture
of me
Dear uncle
The druid in my
dreams
tells
me
i
have work
To do
And
On a futures day to come
Balor
I will slain
And my Grandfathers death
will my vengance came
And my fathers name
Once will be reclaimed
For me i will be proud
And my familys
Name
Once again
i Will
Cliam
I will
I
This
prophecy
Forcasted if true
That these
Wild
Words
Were
Not
Spoken in Vain
And the Formorians
black baited blood
and
forsaken Souls
With the movments
of my
sword
will
Drain
Down in the cells of
The castle or Cuchlain
Formorians
Evil
Three
Those that
Slain his father
Dweeled
in blooodied manackles
and rusted shackles
Half dead and gasping for water like
a fish in the open air
For these cunning three
did mange to kill my father
And sullied our family name
So on clemency's quest
They shall go
&
For me
Go and Claim
And maybe
When they
Return or if
The dont
I will kill them
all the same
The first was Seamus OMcferrity
For you do swear
an oath this day
to
obtain the magical spear
From the King of
Persia
And on your return to my castle
i will
Bid you a pardon
for crimes you have commited
Which killed my beloved
Father
And an estate and title
Will be your reward
On return
And any cunny
geanted by
you desire
willl
be yours
To claim
and you can make
that wench
do
what
you like
to clean your floors or suck your
Wanting willed vein
The Second was Paddy Mcglauchlin McStu
and again
Lugh did speak those words again
For you do swear
An oath this day
To Greece you shall ride
and the Grecian Kings
Healing
Pigs skin
Cloak you shall find
You shall take
it from him
And never will your king
Be fated by maladies
or injuries
Again
And an estate and title
Will be your reward
On return
And any cunny
granted by
you desire
willl
be yours
To claim
and you can make
that wench
do
what
you like
to clean your floors or suck your
Wanting willed vein
The third was seamus fitzpatrick
You the king said will
complete
my Hatrick
For you to albion must
Trek
And on your way Havoc you must
Wreck
For you seamus are the most cunning
of this rabble
And for this
Reason
Babble
For with your words of melifluous verse
i want you to woe Guiniverre
and bring her back for me in
FOr her cunny you shall take
drink
But never for a moment your
Manhood
Should
Sink
For if you my man
Do stray from what
i
Say
i will remove your willed vigour
And also your
eyes
&
Hands
And on your return to my castle
i will
Bid you a pardon
for crimes you have commited
Which killed my
And an estate and title
Will be your reward
And any cunny
you desire
willl
be yours
and you can make
that wench
do
what
you like
like clean your floors
With these magical wonders
In towe
To the battle of Moytoura
The Formorians
Were
Slain
And a hurtled stone
from a unknown hand
Did furfill
The druic prophecy
In the all
fairs
Game
The stone it flew
through
the air
without
A
wish without
a care
And pierced the eye
of Balor
oblitterating his
Brain
In this victory
of light
over dark
And this win for intellect
over brute force and the devils
Mark
Lugh has now
Deserved his name
And an apololian warriors
respect he has gained
Because
Now this boy has turned
into a
Man
And shall be known
As
Iidanach
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