GRAINIA
(Brian Leo)

I am Grainne ni Mhaille, beware me Tudor clan
West of Galway this Atlantic is mine.
Warn your sailors of the fiend
Called the Irish Pirate Queen,
Or they'll dine tonight on cannonballs and brine!

Cho: You might call me 'Grace O'Malley
In your graceless English tongue,
But no sassanach am I the gods be praised.
And I'll sail my caravel to the very gates of hell
With a load of British lords for Satan's blaze!"

When a fat and sassy prey
Hoves in sight across Clew Bay,
Like a fisherman, I harvest from the sea.
Be it spices, gold or wine
All I take is all I find
And the sharks can feed on those who disagree!

You may claim our island grand
With your laws and your demands
And you smite us as a galley smites the foam
Have a care my Lady Bess
Who are you to dispossess
Irish chieftains from their father's father's homes?

chorus

"There's no merchant passes Clare
That I haven't taught to 'share',
And there's much to teach invaders you may send.
You may claim this island green,
But in Connaught Grania's Queen!,
With five hundred years of freedom to defend!

You did naught to earn your crown
but be born to one reknown,
But the Black Oak's daughter's sword commands the sea!
With O'Lee's and with McMains,
and with Flaherty's I stand;
And I'm waiting for you. Bess
Challenge ME!!!!

chorus

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