They came here when the sun was high
The sea was calm to meet them
From out of the wind above the hills
Come a fleet of godly men
Borne on strong winds from the otherworld
Shrouded by magical mists-
The Tuatha De Danann came in their-
Great magical mystical ships
Nuada, king of Tuatha De,
Turned his eager sharp eyes
Towards the land of his ancestral home,
The valleys, The sea and the skies
He was a giant among mortal men,
A hero among the immortals'
Who led his people{warriors strong}
Back to the land of their fathers
The Fir Bolg, Who were in Eireann before the Tuatha De Danann
Sent streng their mighty champian to parley with the future king
Breas was sent by Nuada to find out his intent,
"I greet you as a brother", said Streng "By Eochai I've been sent"
The terms of battle were laid, half of Eireann Breas asked,
The Fir Bolg said this can't be paid, the time of goodwill has now passed
Both sides made plans, they prepared their wells of healing,
Tribes and clans led by the chieftains and their kings
The sun shone down on helmets, shields and swords,
Midsummers day-The two armies walked in haodes-
Towards Magh Nai-The Fir Bolg followed their chietains,
And swept towards the Tuatha DE like waves crash on the beaches
The clash of sword and shield, The splintering of bone,
The Fir Bolg would not yield, Though they heard their people's moans
The naked hillmen warriors, were forced back through the fight,
Followed by his bodyguard, The Dagda took their lives'
But the ground was piled high with the dead of the Tuatha De
All surviving warriors fled to live and fight another day
"We have been defeated but tomorrows another