Celtachor - Sons Of Morna

Many years ago Cumhal led the Fianna, He was killed by the sons of Morna. Muirne his wife gave birth, to a son! Finn would lead them again. Raised by druids Liath and Bodhmall, He learned hunting and its craft, He was kept at Slieve Bladhma in secrecy, ‘Till the sons of Morna stopped at last. He grew up strong with long fair hair, And ran as fast as mighty stags, He left their care and travelled far, Reaching the shores of Loch Lein... For a time he served King of Finntraigh, Later looking for Crimall in Connacht. In fright he saw a woman covered in blood. A great warrior stood in the distance, As tall as old and sacred Oaks. Finn ran fuming and fought him, Blow for blow, both matched well. The sword delved deep, Killing one of the Sons of Morna! The King of Lochlann’s Helmet, Manannan’s Shirt and Knife, The Smith Hook of Goibhnu, King of Alban’s Shears... From Manannan to Lugh, To Ethlinn then to Cumhnal, To Finn! His legacy foretold... Down by the river Boinn, Finegas the druid found, Finn stayed and learned his ways, He fed from the Salmon of Knowledge! The Salmon of Knowledge! Wisdom and Knowledge!