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Boru, Boru
By
Sean Bracken
I arrive in misty, early morning light,
Stark against the fading night
She stands defiant, a skeleton of former glory
This lonely ruin, keeping close her silent story
Of ancient monks and times of glory
Of battles lost and battles won
Of Viking warriors, to battle come
Her last remaining, lonesome arch
Remembers well this final march
Of Brian Boru, Cuchullan too
Of all the clans united power
Standing proud, defend the tower
Beyond this line, they dare not strike
Back to the sea, we drive them back
With cut, with thrust, with savage blows
The mighty battle ebbs and flows
Boru, Boru, the chorus grows
For Ireland, for freedom, for God and more
We chant, we fight, we stand against our mortal foe
Cut and slice, hold, advance, bellies burst, eyes gouged out
Body to body, blood and gore
With rage, with fury, we stand our ground
We roar and roar our chant out loud, our death defying, proud refrain
Boru, Boru, for Ireland, for Ireland, For Ireland and you
We fight and fight, with all our might and stand as one against the pain
Two days, two nights
We battle on, tireless and brave
And after all the battles fought
And after all our comrades lost
And all the Norsemen dead and gone
Cradled in my arms, a hero unsurpassed
Boru lay broken, breathing out his very last
With final breath, Boru cried out
Fight on for freedom
Fight on, fight on, for all our lives
Never surrender to invading tides
In memory of my Grandad, who I loved, and my Great Grandfather , a man I never knew. They fought together against the might of the British Empire in Boland’s Mill, on Easter Sunday, 1916. May they rest in peace and feel proud of the republic they helped to create.
In 1014, at the battle of Clontarf, Brian Boru, the high king of Ireland, defeated the Vikings. In all of Europe , this was the only defeat of the Norsemen.