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Having learned the martial arts he returned to claim the hand of Emer. Her father he quickly refused, Cuchulainn showed his battle temper He entered
FRUKT. SOLA GÅR NED, LANGT DER UTE ET STED LEKER KJEMPEN MCCUMHALL OG CUCHULAINN. IRRGRØNNE HEDER EN PUB HUSER GLEDER JEG BLANDER MIN LATTER MED DIN LANGS
decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the yids At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling
some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids At the sick bed of Cuchulainn, we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door
decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling
decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling
decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling
decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling
And from Cork, to Molly Malone Through the Morrigan, and The Book Of Kells Gaelic, the Celtic bagpipes, Cuchulainn Drinking whiskey in a bar Dancing happy,
Cúchulainn (dead at thirty-six) I just want to be (real fuckin' sick) Southern Baptists In their sights Do anything Read us our last rights Disney adults
mother, we are I am CuChulainn, the warrior of Ulster We'll search the lands to discover the Tir Na N'og The sea god guides our ship to Ireland The storms
teach my children, oh Pray, tell me the story of young Cuchulainn How his eyes were dark his expression sullen And how he'd fight and always won And how
teach my children, oh Pray tell me the story of young Cuchulainn How his eyes were dark his expression sullen And how he'd fight and always won
teach my children, oh Pray, tell me the story of young Cuchulainn How his eyes were dark his expression sullen And how he'd fight and always won And how
I first beheld, Melted to a mis-shape. I see him moving into the fray, Take warning, watch him well, Cuchulainn, Suailtim's son! Making dense
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