He was born where the music from the forest sang Together with the raging sea His father on the darkening path Cuchulain spied him from the grass While deeper in his wading boots Around the man the water flew He left his mother still a boy To make war with the javelin toy Fought a field of full 50 Beat them single handedly Conchobar set him a test To see whose side would come out best Whose service is in your eyes Whose face you do not recognize Hero challenges a throne A white stark wild, stagger home Footprints in the bloody snow A maiden red a lady green A leather whip to crack his spleen The trees are turning, the hounds at night Falling ashen into light North wind old and high Overtakes them in their flight The warrior's moon rose from his head The price of fame to wind up dead But he ran out into the night Who said the humane warrior's rite A spark of flame burst from his head A roast pig on an old man's fire [?] Found hidden in the forest deep For Conchobar his life to keep His severed body hit the ground Oh white stag that the wolf brought down A farewell to the blackbird's loom His spirit arriving on the moon