Conn's Song ~

Conn's Song

The moon shines bright o'er the wind-swept valley
And to my tears lends icy flame,
When the sun has risen o'er my slain kinsman
Then steel's cold vengeance I'll grimly claim;
We met our new foe in the open meadow
They mailed and mounted - on foot were we,
We slew their soldiers but wore no armour
Now many souls in darkness sleep;
My sister's lover was trampled under
But I marked well his murderer's shield,
And on the morrow his love will sorrow
As does my sister in yon cold field;
My ire they've wakened - their blood I've taken
And horse and armour have I this day,
O'brien's calling we ride at dawning