Keltoi, the foreign invaders called us.
Warrior of days gone by,
What place is there for me now?
First-born daughter
Of Celtic

Oh Celtic warrior,
Your dance is graceful and fine.
Your sword flies, a glint against the crisp blue skies.
Inside your heart

DIA DUIT

Horses snot on me leg

Me hair blown by the wind

Sword drawn high

(Enemy approaches ugly)

The battle draws nigh

On the

Giants Causeway

When night's velvet curtain is lifted and morning's lace is parted

Diamonds dance upon the waves until they

Celtic warrior-

strong, beautiful-

you have perservered,

and keep the faith in your own unique way.

You have a special connection