Charolais the march

The Brown Bull of Cooley, the semi-mythical beast of the Tain certainly
wasn't the gentle Charolais, but the tongue-in-cheek lyrics are in keeping
with the Tain's eccentric narrative style. We've used a traditional melody
Rosc Catha na Mumhan which means the Battle Hymn of Munster. This also
forms the basis for the March.

Her words were sharp they cut him deep,
In a war between the sheets.
But when he brought his bull to her
It meant a woman making war
Beyond the eiderdown.

The druids read the smoke and sand
Told her that she would love again.
The rhythms from the wolfskin drums
Called men to war in hide and bronze.
This goddess wore a crown.

Charolais, charolais -
we are come for you today.
The champions and the Seven Sons are
come to take away the Donn

But the Fairy Child knew more
Saw the host stained red in war,
Saw the hero-light around the head
Of a dragon-boy just ripe for bed
Of wives and manly sons