After tailtin, the tuatha
Were without a place to remain
Manannan created a new home
Among the hills and valleys
Of ireland hidden
That no man could see through
But pass through

The tuatha were assembled
In the halls in council
"We need a king to be over us"
The tuatha did say
Bring forth those
Who would be fit to be king

From the white field lir
Of sidhe fionnachaidh
From ilbrech of ess ruadh
Bodh dearg of the dagda born
From bri leith, midhir the proud
And angus og, son of the dagda

The circle formed in the great halls
And the council of high men
They did gather
For the sake of the dagda and the tuatha de danann
Bodh dearg must and will be king
Will be king

Leaving the halls for his enchanted home in sidhe femen
The tuatha raise their spears
And shields in glory to him
The war drums echo to
The chants of the druids
And men and women of the tuatha, unite!

In his hall of brugh na boinne
Bodb dearg he is king
Along the hillside and the valleys
The winds whip through the plains
In his throne and in his halls
Celebration claims into the night
The dagda on the hill
Looking at the king
His son!
His son!