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An Lia Fáil
- The Stone of Destiny -
If they are going to put a crown on your head, be ready for the weight it brings.
Whispers from the Isle
Upon Tara's rampart his fair hair shone against his ruddy face:
Like unto the colour of his hair is red gold or the yellow iris.
Oft where men of Leinster were hast thou been in a white hand,
Oft hast thou been among kings,
oft among great bands.
Many were the kings that wielded thee in fight,
Many a shield hast thou cleft in battle.
Laoi Claimh Caroll
Kuno Meyer, Revue Celtique
The Roar of the True Blood
The High Kings of Ireland stood on the stone awaiting the roar of Inis Fáil.
But when the blood of the Daghda stood upon it,
the roar was heard as far west as the mythical isle of Hy-Brasil,
and the song of Coróin Ériu rose from the rich depths of the fertile land.
The Daghda roared once more.
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