A tale of honor I will now tell   About a man, strong and true   Brian Boru was his name   And through his deeds a nation grew   He was born in a time of bondage   The viking raiders claimed his lands   His hatred grew when he saw his mother   Killing by vicious viking hands      His brother Mahon strived for peace   Brian knew it would never come   The vikings have us by the throat!   They kill our children just for   Boru left with a group of men   They rode into the fading light   He would attack the many viking camps   And vanish in the dark of night      Brian Boru, our beloved son   Fought the Dane, he fought and won   Losy his life at eighty eight   Death by a viking blade was his fate      Brian Boru, our last Ard Ri   Led the Gael to victory   Could not stand his countries plight   He removed the vikings from his sight      Malachy, the king of Meath, with Brian face to face   They both agreed that Brian should take   The monarchy of the Gaelic race   Brian had much word to do   To heal the wounds of Danish reign   He planned a massive call to arms   To remove the last of the Dane      To Clontarf Brian's army marched   To give the Dane their final fight   The army charged with swords help high   The viking line was soon in sight   The battle rages for many hours   And many fine warriors fell   But victory was always ours   The Gaelic might could not be quelled      Brian Boru, our beloved son   Fought the Dane, he fought and won   Losy his life at eighty eight   Death by a viking blade was his fate      Brian Boru, our last Ard Ri   Led the Gael to victory   Could not stand his countries plight   He removed the vikings from his sight