Suidakra

Awake, proud Cuchulainn
From thy deep dark slumber
Hear the sounds of war-horns
And of swords that are shattering
Awake, proud Cuchulainn
Hasten thee to the battle
Hear Aoife's war-cries echoing
And the swords that she's shattering
Wielding mighty Dacian steel
She stands victorious on the battlefield
No hero, nor Sc?thach herself
Could ever hope to make her yield
For on this day, so many years ago
It happened that her prince was slain
Driving his chariot and swinging his sword
Now she seeks vengeance in his name
Slay, proud Cuchulainn
Make her warriors bleed
Tides of war are turning
Three heroes at your feet
Now Aoife herself is charging
And your sword will soon be shattering