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The of Culann, The Hound of Ulster,
He is of the otherworld,
His father is God Lamheada,
His Dectire is mortal.

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

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

was nagered when he learned,
His Hound was no more,
But Setanta swore he'd at night,
To the fortress' mighty door.

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

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

He returned to Macha,
And threatened to the town,
The naked women were then forth,
He then to calm down,

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

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

Having the martial arts he
to claim the hand 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.
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He is the Son of a God.

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and Dragons he fought.

Cuchulainn defended Ulster,
During the war and tain.
Medb of Connaught invaded,
He stood his ground the pain.
He is a tragic hero'
With his Sword,
He his best friend Frediad
at the of the Ford.

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His is the Son of a God
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and Dragons he fought.

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

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

The hero gave a great laugh,
and himself against a stone,
He faced his enemies up,
But he knew his was quickly going.

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