Lyrics:

Awake, proud Cuchulainn
From thy deep dark slumber
Hear the sounds of war-horns
And of swords that are shattering
Awake, proud Cuchulainn
Hasten 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