[Verse 1]
In the sodden snow of the Irish hills
Was born a Tuatha's child
With a fighting heart and immortal skill
And a spirit fiery and wild
Through a prophecy he was bound and doomed
To a short and a glorious life
And he bore the name Setanta till
A famous fateful night
With his hurley in his hands
His name would cross the land
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
Well his Uncle Connor who wore the crown
Of Ulster on his head
In the home of Culainn the smith sat down
For mead and mutton and bread
At the door lay the Cú, the faithful hound
A huge and terrible beast
When a thief or enemy trod his ground
Their bones bеcame his feast
In the sodden snow of the Irish hills
Was born a Tuatha's child
With a fighting heart and immortal skill
And a spirit fiery and wild
Through a prophecy he was bound and doomed
To a short and a glorious life
And he bore the name Setanta till
A famous fateful night
With his hurley in his hands
His name would cross the land
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
Well his Uncle Connor who wore the crown
Of Ulster on his head
In the home of Culainn the smith sat down
For mead and mutton and bread
At the door lay the Cú, the faithful hound
A huge and terrible beast
When a thief or enemy trod his ground
Their bones bеcame his feast
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