The day t' child was born,
A wanderer was he,
Fighting the battle of life,
Sailing the 7 seas,
From the day the boy was alive,
An Irishman was he,
Born to roam and adventure,
He was released into life free,
That night t' life was made,
He was already walking the Northern lands,
Travelling up to Ulster,
And then down t' his mothers hands,
It wasn't long before,
His death that he'd followers of plenty,
He claimed more lands to raise his people,
At the expense of a huge killing spree,
Known as the slayer of the evil,
He was applauded as his majesty,
But t'was not long before,
He'd have to pay his fee,
From the day the child t'was killed,
By assassin smooth and deadly,
The tear's remained in t' village eyes,
And always in their memory.
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