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The Hound of Culann, The of Ulster,
He is of the otherworld,
His is God Lugh Lamheada,
His mother is mortal.

the smith was holding a feast,
For the Ard Ri Conchobhar,
His Hound had been unleashed,
To the fortress' mighty door.

Setanta late at the gates,
He did not know of Hound,
The attacked and met its fate,
It lay there upon the ground.

Culann was nagered he learned,
His favorite was no more,
But swore he'd stay at night,
To guard the mighty door.

He up arms on that day,
Which declared auspicious,
He who took up arms on day,
become famous but short lived.

His body to twist and turn,
His revolves within his skin,
His features red one by one,
And the then begins.

He returned to Macha,
And to destroy the town,
The naked women then brought forth,
He then began to down,

He fell in love Emer,
Her was appalled,
"No warrior shall be her
unless by he is called".

He to train with Domhnall,
And learned from him all he could,
You go and train with Scathach,
He bowed his head and he would.

Having learned the arts he
returned to claim the of Emer.

Her he quickly refused,
showed his battle temper
He entered the fortress and many
of the dead,
father killed himself
The two lovers then wed.
Cuchulainn, The of Culann x3
He is the Son of a God.

Cuchulainn, The Hound of x3
and Dragons he fought.

Cuchulainn solely Ulster,
the mighty war and tain.
When Medb of invaded,
He stood his despite the pain.
He is called a hero'
Caladin his Sword,
He his best friend Frediad
at the of the Ford.

Cuchulainn, The of Culann x3
His is the Son of a God
Cuchulainn, The Hound of x3
and Dragons he fought.

In Cuchulainns fight,
A was thrown at him,
It sliced his like a knife,
and his innards to fall out.

He to a nearby lake,
he took a final drink.
A who was drinking his blood,
over his intestines.

The hero a last great laugh,
and tied against a stone,
He his enemies standing up,
But he knew his life was going.

For three the foe were scared,
Until A crow on his arm,
An otter to drink his blood,
"Cuchulainn is Dead", is what said.