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By Cruachan, As I look out across the sea
I stand proud but
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By Cruachan, See the stone circle on the hilltop,
Shining in the light
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By Cruachan, A tale of honor I will now tell
About a man,
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By Cruachan, [Music & Words: KF]
Remember well the 30th of January,
The feeling
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By Cruachan, On the ground he lays,
His lifeblood drains from him,
The battle
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By Cruachan, [Music: KF, JF Words: KF]
In a time of myth and
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By Cruachan, The Hound of Culann, The Hound of Ulster,
He is of
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By Cruachan, [Music & Words: KF]
A warrior so proud of the woman
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By Cruachan, I am the wind that blows over the sea
I am
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By Cruachan, [Music: KF, JF Words: KF]
Loneliness was all she knew,
Because of
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By Cruachan, [Music: KF,JF Words: KF]
He holds a twisted torque in his
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By Cruachan, Medb; You said you would always be there,
You said you
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By Cruachan, A volunteer in his nations struggle
Another soldier in the G.P.O.
The
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By Cruachan, [Chorus]
Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile,
Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile,
Oró, sé
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By Cruachan, [Music: KF,JF Words: KF]
The sky was grey and leaden,
Wolves howling
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By Cruachan, A scourge on the world from the earliest days
Christ, his
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By Cruachan, True, you ride the finest horse I've ever seen,
Standing sixteen,
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By Cruachan, [Arrangement: KF Words: Unknown]
In the merry month of June,
from me
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By Cruachan, From the south a shadow will rise,
With blackened soul and
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By Cruachan, Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead,
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By Cruachan, [Arrangement: KF Words: Traditional]
Last night as I lay dreaming
of pleasant
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By Cruachan, [Music & Words: KF]
Life for you it was not easy,
And
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By Cruachan, I see a battle-A blonde man,
with much blood about his
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By Cruachan, The most beautiful city built on the middle-Earth,
It's splendour was
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By Cruachan, When evening in Eireann was gray,
Before the dawn went away,
Their
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By Cruachan, They came here when the sun was high.
The sea was
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By Cruachan, I hear you calling
Your voice so fair
I reach out to
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By Cruachan, We who are old yet fair of face,
Thousands of years
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By Cruachan, We fled for our lives on a winter's eve,
Cold but
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By Cruachan, He holds a twisted torc in his hand,
the forests are
