And when they came
They came from far
To make their claim

For sake of ale
Lantern and earth
Expanse of sea
Wisdom and mirth

They laid us low
And took our wives
And left their woe

Ireland before the Gauls
Ursu the son of Bran
Then the Latins drove our cattle across the wasted land
Conchobor MacNessa reaches out from mother's womb
As the night sky tells a tale of doom