Lyrics:

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