In ancient days of emerald skies,
Where rivers sang and mountains high,
A hero rose, of strength and will,
The mighty Finn, with heart so still.
He roamed the land, both wild and free,
A guardian of our liberty.
His wisdom vast, his courage bold,
In stories now forever told.
From Tara's halls to distant shore,
He fought in battles, rich in lore,
With Fianna's warriors by his side,
In shadowed woods, they did not hide.
He built the causeway, stone by stone,
To face the giant, all alone.
His deeds immortal, carved in rhyme,
Echo still through the sands of time.
Oh, Finn MacCool, the legend calls,
Through ancient woods and castle walls.
Your spirit lives in land and sea,
A Celtic heart, forever free.
The salmon's wisdom he once knew,
Its ancient power Finn did pursue.
With every bite, his knowledge grew,
The secrets of the world, he drew.
Through forest dark and river deep,
He guards us still in restless sleep.
A hero's tale, both strong and kind,
In every breeze, his soul we find.
Oh, Finn MacCool, the legend calls,
Through ancient woods and castle walls.
Your spirit lives in land and sea,
A Celtic heart, forever free.