Mac Cool

An Irish Myth

Wizards and warlocks

Steal clad knights

Castles in the sands,

Oh, what a site.

On the beach, in the rain.

Dragons bane, most insane.

Goliath of beast,

Brimstone and fire.

Breath of flame,

Tis a curse, hell-fire.

On the beach, in the rain.

Dragon’s bane, most insane.

Our battle ensues

Of beast and men.

Demon spawn,

Against the McDugan Klan.

On the beach, in the rain.

Dragon’s bane, most insane.

From the mystic sea,

A hero appears.

Sending hope to all,

And the Banshee, fear.

On the beach, in the rain.

Dragon’s bane, most insane.

Mac Cool be the warrior,

His wisdom and might.

He claims the shore,

And attacks the blight.

On the beach, in the rain.

Dragon’s bane, most insane.

With blade if light,

And the McDugan Klan.

This day is for victory,

And the Irish kinsman.

On the beach, in the rain.

Dragon’s bane, most insane.

The day is done,

And our hero leaves,

A reward, but a kiss,

From a maiden he receives.

Dragon’s bane, most insane.

Of Irish lore, and the McDugan reign.