Red Path of the Stag
Set free, running free, blood flowing, fleeing fast in fright
Wild eyed, pursued, the stag takes to flight
The tribesmen of the Eoghanacht in hunt they pursue
To mark out the boundaries of land according to traditions they knew
He who slays the stag with the move of his hand
He shall be king of this blood marked land
Shed in the chase by the wounded stag
Of whom and of whose killing the chieftains shall brag
Their issue the stag in their arms they will bear
The world shall know that once, a lone stag died there.
