And when they came   They came from far   To make their claim      For sake of ale   Lantern and earth   Expanse of sea   Wisdom and mirth      They laid us low   And took our wives   And left their woe      Ireland before the Gauls   Ursu the son of Bran   Then the Latins drove our cattle across the wasted land   Conchobor MacNessa reaches out from mother's womb   As the night sky tells a tale of doom