Awake proud Cuchulainn
From thy deep dark slumber
Hear the sounds of war-horns

And of swords that are shattering
Awake proud Cuchulainn
Haste thee to the battle

Hear Aoife's war-cries echoing
And the swords that she's shattering


Wielding mighty Dacian steel
She stands victorious on the battlefield
No hero nor Scáthach herself

Could ever hope to make her yield

For on this day so many years ago

It happened that her prince was slain
Driving his chariot and swinging his sword
Now she seeks vengeance in his name


Slay proud Cuchulainn
Make her warriors bleed

Tides of war are turning
Three heroes at your feet
Now Aoife herself is charging

And your sword will soon be shattering

Three mighty blows the princess dealt

And with the fourth the warrior fell
His weapon broken off at the hilt
Cuchulainn now would soon be killed


Yet right before the final strike
Aoife heard Scáthach's distant cry:

?Ah look Aoife's two horses and her chariot
They have fallen down the glen and have all perished?


As she paused to glance around
Cuchulainn sprang up threw her to the ground
?Life for life? Aoife suddenly cried

?Three demands to me? the hero replied:

?Give in to Scáthach

Nor ever defy her again
On this island you'll always remain
Bear me a son

Conlaoch be his name!?

To all this Aoife agreed

For this brave man who had made her yield
Reminded her of her long lost love
And finally she found peace