O'er the seven hills of Macha
In an age now passed by
Lived a people once forgotten
Beneath an ancient sky
For protection they had warriors
Unsurpassed on Eireann's shore
Warriors of the Craobh Rua
An eternal name in lore
The Ri he dwelt at Emain
And Ri of Uladh's land
And the people they had plenty
Under Are-Ri's mighty hand
Cruinneach in your aprogance
And boastfulness and pride
Evoking a curse
Upon your own kind
Curse of a woman!
Due to man's boastfulness
And the follyness of man
Man, may yet pay due
A curse I place on you
A curse I place on you
A weakness like a woman hear her time
Once in every cycle, Ulaidh's strenght
Will fail to shine, fail, fail to shine
Man may yet pay due
A curse I place on you
A curse I place on you
But in Ulaidh's hour of need
Mighty lugh did pay heed
He beget at son at Bru na Boinne
Under a stone of great tragedy
Setanta as a boy, as a boy, as a boy
Cu Chulainn, as a man, as a man, as a man
Standing alone against Connaught's might
One against all, the eternal fight
Champions they came
Champions they did fall
Standing alone
Cu chulainn, slew them all!
For the pride of Emain Macha, Emain Macha, Emain Macha
For the pride of Emain Macha, Emain Macha, Emain Macha
For the pride of Emain Macha, Emain Macha, Emain Macha
That special seat of power
