The Hound of Culann The Hound of Ulster
He is of the otherworld
His father is God Lugh Lamheada
His mother Dectire is mortal
Culann the smith was holding a feast
For the Ard Ri 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 its fate
It lay there dead upon the ground
Culann was nagered when he learned
His favorite Hound was no more
But Setanta swore he'd stay at night
To guard the fortress' mighty door
He took up arms on that day
Which Cathbad declared auspicious
He who took up 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 one
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 appalled
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 he quickly refused
Cuchulainn showed his battle temper
He entered the fortress and left many
Of the warriors dead
Emer's father killed himself
The two lovers then were 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 mighty war and tain
When Medb of Connaught invaded
He stood his ground despite the pain
He is called a tragic hero'
With Caladin his Sword
He killed his best friend Frediad
At the battle of the ford
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His is the Son of a God
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Serpents and Dragons he fought
In Cuchulainns 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 against 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
