[00:00.04]Tara Holtea - Shane O'Neill
[00:06.68]Old Tyrone's hills were summer green
[00:11.08]Unconquered still by Tudor queen
[00:15.94]MacDonnell bad brave Shane to come
[00:20.46]And greeted him with pipe and drum
[00:27.00]Laughter in the banquet hall
[00:31.40]The minstrels sang the braves of old
[00:36.30]The wine cup circled 'round the room
[00:40.80]As Shane O'Neill he neared his doom
[00:47.00]Shane Shane Shane O'Neill
[00:53.04]Strong as oak
[00:55.35]True as steel
[00:57.80]No queen of all could make you kneel
[01:02.49]Ulster's prince was Shane O'Neill
[01:10.97]Darkness came along the glen
[01:15.21]The shadows hid MacDonnell's men
[01:20.13]With drawn swords they stood around
[01:24.74]And stabbed O'Neill onto the ground
[01:31.16]Summer comes along glen dump
[01:35.49]The sea is bright with morning sun
[01:40.29]And on a hill are cairn guns bare
[01:45.01]And Shane O'Neill lies ever there
[01:51.32]Shane Shane Shane O'Neill
[01:57.08]Strong as oak
[01:59.35]True as steel
[02:02.07]No queen of all could make you kneel
[02:06.67]Ulster's prince was Shane O'Neill
[02:11.32]Shane Shane Shane O'Neill
[02:17.06]Strong as oak
[02:19.62]True as steel
[02:22.33]No queen of all could make you kneel
[02:26.99]Ulster's prince was Shane O'Neill