O'er the seven hills of Macha

In an age now passed by

Lived a people once forgotten

Beneath an ancient sky

For protection they had warriors

Unsurpassed on Eire Ann’s shore

Warriors of the Craobh Rua

An eternal name in lore

The Ri he dwelt at Emain

And Ri of Uladh's land

And the people they had plenty

Under Are-Ri's mighty hand

Cruinneach in your arrogance

And boastfulness and pride

Evoking a curse

Upon your own kind

Curse of a woman!

Due to man's boastfulness

And the folly ness of man

Man, may yet pay due

A curse I place on you

A curse I place on you

A weakness like a woman hear her time

Once in every cycle, Uladh’s strength

Will fail to shine, fail, fail to shine

Man may yet pay due

A curse I place on you

A curse I place on you

But in Uladh’s hour of need

Mighty laugh did pay heed

He beget at son at Bru na Boinne

Under a stone of great tragedy

Setanta as a boy, as a boy, as a boy

Cu Chula inn, as a man, as a man, as a man

Standing alone against Connaught's might

One against all, the eternal fight

Champions they came

Champions they did fall

Standing alone

Cu Chula inn, slew them all!

For the pride of Emain Macha, Emain Macha, Emain Macha

For the pride of Emain Macha, Emain Macha, Emain Macha

For the pride of Emain Macha, Emain Macha, Emain Macha

That special seat of power.