Loose Lips
Oh those fools of no schools, all swords and big mouths
Who stand as not planned and boast and drunkenly shout
It was real, our god deal, and the alternative well known
That by parley or force the Brown Boar I would own
But fools who speak trouble seek, and it comes to my door
And my army will meet and defeat it as before
So onward on my word armies to Ulster, man side of man
And finish the folly that loose lips have began
Fear not the foe as you go, they have not a time to fight worse
As none can fight day or night due to Macha’s old curse