Everything I say Cuchulainn cried,
Is larger far than life itself.
But Ferdia just grinned and shook his golden hair.
And everything I do is ringed about
With fantasy. But Ferdia just laughed
And shook his silver spear and fell to battle again.
Every step I take Cuchulainn cried,
Is measured out in centuries.
But Ferdia just laughed and shook his golden mane.
And now I must make my stand; for your death
Is my destiny. But Ferdia just laughed
And shook his silver spear and fell to battle again