The Sons Of Tuireann And The Blood Fine

Lugh passed down the bloodfine

To luchar, brian and lucharba

For killing his father cian

Wounded as a pig and killed as a man

Bring me,

Three apples,a spear,two horses,seven pig's

The skin of a pig and a cooking spit

A dog's whelp and three shouts on a hill

This is what i ask "lugh said.

The apples from the garden of the east

The pig skin of tuis,king of greece

The deadly spear of the king of persia

Pigs from easal king of the golden pillar's.

The horse's and chariot , of dobar of siogair

The hound fail-inis from the king of ioruaidh

The cooking spit from the women, of inis cenn-fhinne

And the shouts from the hill of miochaoin!

A sorrow fell on the sons of tuireann

Manannann's wavesweeper was given

Tuireann watched in dismay and lamented

Ethne turned and looked with grief

They left ireland with heavy hearts

And began their quest for lugh

Through death and destruction they would venture

Till the blood fine was met.

In the garden of the east,they turned into hawk's

Carrying the apples in their claw's

In the court of greece,they disguised as poet's

They killed the king and took the skin of the pig

They then went and killed the king of persia

Found the spear its head in a cauldron of water

So it would not burst aflame!!

Heading to siogair in the guise of paid soldier's

They stayed for a fortnight and a month

They found the horses and drove

The spear of persia through the king's heart

Then to the king of golden pillar's

Easal met them and gave them the seven pig's

Through free will, as he would surely fall.

Arriving at the coast of ioruaidh

In search for the hound from the king

Easal told the story of the quest to persuade him

He refused and they began to clash

The king was bound ,the hound was given

And peace reclaimed.

Lugh had heard of the success of the son's of tuireann

He cast a spell of forgetfullness upon them

With a desire to return to eire

When they arrived something was amiss

They paid the fine to the king

But they had forgotten the spit and three shouts on the hill!!!!

The sons were hit with grief and sorrow

At what had happened

They went to the island of long haired women

And claimed the spit for themselves

Leaving the shores in the curragh

To give three shouts on a hill

To miochaoin!!!!