A Prophecy

"The loins of the Galldacht Shall wither like grass"-- Strange words I heard said At the Fair of Dun-eas.

"A bard shall be born Of the seed of the folk, To break with his singing The bond and the yoke.

"A sword, white as ashes, Shall fall from the sky, To rise, red as blood, On the charge and the cry.

"Stark pipers shall blow, Stout drummers shall beat, And the shout of the north Shall be heard in the street.

"The strong shall go down, And the weak shall prevail, And a glory shall sit On the sign of the Gaodhal.

"Then Emer shall come In good time by her own, And a man of the people Shall speak from the throne."

Strange words I heard said At the Fair of Dun-eas-- "The Gaodhaldacht shall live, The Galldacht shall pass!"