A Bard's Plea

In times gone by our clans did battle To the sounds of fear and the drummers rattle When Mystical Maeve, she fought Cú Chulainn And Rory the Red, he reigned our land Heroes they were and legends they made High Kings forget and legends fade Our kingdoms bicker, our bright lights dim Our people's fate is a fickle whim Heroes they were and legends they made High Kings forget and legends fade Our kingdoms bicker, our bright lights dim Our people's fate is a fickle whim Erin's hero is needed once more To rally her people As in times before To lead to victory And see our land restored To be the voice of those ignored They rode horses through winds and hail Crossed wide rivers where fairies wail Some had pikes, swords, and spears While others used their wits and jeers Seeds were sown and stories told Of spirits in forests and legends of old Young blood runs deep and old hearts beat Which one will win and take their seat Seeds were sown and stories told Of spirits in forests and legends of old Young blood runs deep and old hearts beat Which one will win and take their seat Erin's hero is needed once more To rally her people As in times before To lead to victory And see our land restored To be the voice of those ignored Erin's hero is needed once more For our Heart to choose as before A hero born brave, unswayed by the waves Fierce and bold, forever to hold