With a spear to his heart
And the wind in his hair
Bragh showed his men to the sea
And he told them all
The Fylboi warrior's trade
To Carth they set forth
Wearing balmers for war
Passing the mountain Maghadha
To arrive at the field of battle
At Magh Iar
The treaty of the Tuatha
By Maghcairnachdha
Arrived at the mere
Where the Fylboi camped
In the castle mist, dark and deep
With doublet shirred of fire and blood
The Fylboi encamped in place
Unable to see, unable to speak
The last battalion of the Fylboi
Crossed into the fire of the East
They wanted Iachairn the offer
Iachairn refused
Could not show defeat
The war was delayed
By a quarter of a year
Armoured, sword and spear
Ready, until the day of battle came
From both sides
Three times the head
Entered the battle
One day will die
Four days passed
Warriors did fall
And on the day
The time was ten
The men of the hill rose up
And fell on the Fylboi
Like rain on the earth
Iachairn, fighting for his race
His men all by his side
But the Tuatha not far behind
To the straps they did go
To Iachairn's sons, born the king
Dragging him to the sea
Daggers endlessly piercing
Leaving a heap of stones where he died
The dead king now watches the sea
Fishing for the Tuatha
This was the battle of Mag Tuired
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