| O'Brien's Calling |
| Oh the moon shines brightly O'er the windswept valley And through my tears lense, I see flame. When the sun has risen O'er my slain kinsmen, Then steel's cold vengence I'll grimly claim. We met this new foe On the open meadow. They mailed and mounted; On foot were we. We slew their soldiers But wore no armour. Now many souls In darkness sleep. My sister's lover Was trampled under. But I've marked well His murderer's shield. On the morrow, His love will sorrow As does my sister On yon' cold field. My ire they've wakened. Their blood I've taken, And horse and armour Have I this day. O'Brien's calling I'll ride at dawning To Effenmarch (?) Their kin to slay. The stone at Tara It cries to e'er To drive the Norman's In to the sea. Waves of Murien(?) Will rise and take them To fitful slumber In Malagan's keep. Oh the moon shines brightly O'er the windswept valley And through my tears lense, I see flame. When the sun has risen O'er my slain kinsmen, Then steel's cold vengence I'll grimly claim. Back to Conn MacNeill's Songs Back to the Lyrics Homepage |