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