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