Once upon a time in Ireland stood a castle proud and free
On the stormy coast of Antrim high above the Irish Sea
Lords and ladies gathered nightly in the great hall of the king
Bread and meat and wine did flow, bards would play and poets sing
MacDonnell was a chieftain bold who dwelled in Dunluce with his clan
Safe from ships upon the ocean and from raiders on the land
There he ruled for many years, for Ulster was his wide domain
Many tried to conquer him, and many men have died in vain
Dunluce castle fell to no man, sword, or pike, or cannon ball
Roving clans or Spanish foeman, Dunluce stood against them all
When a fleet of Spanish raiders sailed across the raging main
Sure that victory was at hand and glory for the king of Spain
MacDonnell met them with full storm, and loudly did the cannons roar
The tide of Spain was turned away and vanished from the Irish shore
Dunluce castle fell to no man, sword, or pike, or cannon ball
Roving clans or Spanish foeman, Dunluce stood against them all
Then one night a storm came in and loudly did the north wind blow
Walls of stone came crumblin' down and fell into the sea below
Fate was cruel as many souls were lost against the raging might
Nature did what no man could on a dark and stormy night
Dunluce castle fell to no man, sword, or pike, or cannon ball
Roving clans or Spanish foeman, Dunluce stood against them all
Dunluce castle fell to no man, sword, or pike, or cannon ball
Roving clans or Spanish foeman, Dunluce stood against them all