Charolais The March Lyrics

Charolais  The March lyrics

The Brown Bull of Cooley, the semi-mythical beast of the Tain certainly

wasn't the gentle Charolais, but the tongue-in-cheek lyrics are in keeping

with the Tain's eccentric narrative style.  We've used a traditional melody

Rosc Catha na Mumhan which means the Battle Hymn of Munster.  This also

forms the basis for the March.



Her words were sharp; they cut him deep,

  In a war between the sheets.

But when he brought his bull to her

  It meant a woman making war

    Beyond the eiderdown.



The druids read the smoke and sand;

  Told her that she would love again.

The rhythms from the wolfskin drums

  Called men to war in hide and bronze.

    This goddess wore a crown.



Charolais, charolais -

  we are come for you today.

The champions and the Seven Sons are

  come to take away the Donn



But the Fairy Child knew more;

  Saw the host stained red in war,

Saw the hero-light around the head

  Of a dragon-boy just ripe for bed

    Of wives and manly sons