Today I just slumber in the warm sun,
Wag my tail and go for a run,
And people say, "Is it a dog or a horse?"
As I stand by my master, obedient of course!
Oh . . . look into my eyes, can you not see,
Through the mists of time to Inisfree?
In my blood flows the strength to pull a wolf down,
Know you not of 'Ailbe', the Hound of Renown?
Owned by Mesroida, the King of Leinster,
And coveted by the Kings of Connacht and Ulster!
A king's ransom to buy just one of my breed,
To own the hound of such strength and speed!
Six thousand milch cows and a chariot of war,
And two fine horses to pull it, what's more,
The same to be given again after a year,
Never has there been a sale so dear!
Now Mesroida could not sell the same dog twice,
Only one would have the chance to pay the price.
Would it be the King of Ulster or that of Connacht,
Who would meet the cost of the dog he sought?
Mesroida told both sides they could each have the beast,
And as the rival factions came face to face at the feast,
Tempers were lost and red blood did spill,
While laughing Mesroida watched from o' top of a hill.
At the height of the battle, amidst the mayhem,
The hound sprang to assist the Ulstermen.
Clash of steel upon steel rang out like a bell,
The growls of the dog were like the Hound of Hell!
He seized the axe-arm of the Connacht Prince.
The crush of his teeth made the nobleman wince,
Clarion call of retreat sounded clear through the mist,
The Hound and the Ulstermen were too strong to resist.