Bid goddess rise from mists of memory Rise the fair Cathain In battle the equal of every man And every lover disdained Her heart was locked in a roundtower's keep And none that gate could unbar Till rose a prince in Ulster's east His name was Conchobar
By day she taught him feats of arms With sword and mace and bow By night they kindled passion's fire That only lovers know So king and warrior thus were joined In battles blood and love The throne belonged to Conchobar To Cathain the Witch's Glove
Dark rivals rose against the king To challenge for his throne All Ulster in the balance hung Without its champion A druid he sent to sacrifice An offering to Cathain A maiden fair with flaxen hair Not once but two times slain Two times slain
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But Cathain she would ne'r return To fight the kings own war Till druid did a virgin bring To Conamara far The fair Iona pure and sweet On the self-same table lain And by the Corclach's hungry stone The innocent was slain
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In rage the warrior goddess from The Western Sea arose Her bloody gauntlet dealt that day A thousand fierce deathblows The kingdom saved her quest complete She sank beneath the waves Till Ulster's sons with sacrifice Bid her return once more