Cuculainn - Cruachan

The hound of Culann, The hound of Ulster

He is of the otherworld

His father is god Lugh Lamhfada

His mother Dectire is mortal

Culann the smith was holding a feast

For the Ard Ro Conchobhar

His mighty hound had been unleashed

To guard the fortress' mighty door

Setanta arrived late at the gates

He did not know of Culann’s hound

The hound attacked and met his fate

It lay there dead upon the ground

Culann was angered when he learned

His favourite hound was no more

But Setanta swore he’d stay at night

To guard the fortress' mighty door

He took up arms on the day

Which Cathbad declared auspicious

He who took arms on that day

Would become famous but short lived

His body begins to twist and turn

His flesh revolves within his skin

His features turn red one by oine

And the slaying then begins

He returned to Eamhain Macha

And threatened to destroy the town

The naked women were then brought forth

He then began to calm down

He fell in love with Emer

Her father was appaled

No warrior shall be with her

Unless by Domhnall he is called

He went to train with Domhnall

And learned from him all that he could

You must go and train with Scathach

He bowed his head and said he would

Having learned the martial arts he

Returned to claim the hand of Emer

Her father quickly refused

Cuchulainn showed his battle temper

He entered the fortress and left many

Of the warriors dead

Emer’s father killed himself

The lovers were later wed

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He is the son of a god

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Serpents and dragons he fought

Cuchulainn solely defended Ulster

During the might war of the Tain

When Medb of Connacht invaded

He stood his ground despite the pain

He is called a tragic hero

With Caladin his sword

He killed his best friend Ferdiad

At the battle of the ford

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He is the son of a god

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Serpents and dragons he fought

In Cuchulainn’s final fight

A javelin was thrown at him

It sliced his stomach like a knife

And caused his innards to fall out

He staggered to a nearby lake

Where he took a final drink

A raven who was drinking his blood

Tripped over his intestines

The hero gave a last great laugh

And tied himself to a stone

He faced his enemies standing up

But he knew his life was quickly going

For three days the foe were scared

Until a crow perched on his arm

An otter began to drink his blood

Cuchulainn is dead is what they said