Words and Music: Séaghdha mac Roibeaird (Shay)
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A thousand leagues from home are we,...
A thousand leagues to ride,
A thousand leagues from thee I be,
'til once more by your side.
A thousand leagues I'd ride to thee,
And a thousand leagues again.
A small band we, Ceithernn and I,
Answered the rising out.
At papal call we took the vow,
The heathen foe to rout.
A thousand leagues I'd ride to thee,
And a thousand leagues again.
For many weeks and months we marched,
The Holy Land to save.
Jerusalem's captors we would fight,
And hound them to the grave.
A thousand leagues I'd ride to thee,
And a thousand leagues again.
At Antioch we starved and bled,
Such pangs did we endure,
Then holy city's walls we raised,
And set to free it sure.
A thousand leagues I'd ride to thee,
And a thousand leagues again.
Sore tired were we, so far from home,
Spirit gone long ago,
A final battle we would fight,
Then to our homes we'd go.
A thousand leagues I'd ride to thee,
And a thousand leagues again.
Me lads fought long and hard and well,
They fought all night and day.
Me lads fought 'til they could nae more,
To head back homeward way.
A thousand leagues I'd ride to thee,
And a thousand leagues again.
The battles won, our duty done,
Jerusalem was saved,
Towards Eire we turned our way about,
And more long miles we braved.
A thousand leagues I'd ride to thee,
And a thousand leagues again.
No matter how long the journey takes,
No matter how hard the road,
A thousand leagues I'd ride to thee,
And a thousand leagues again...
And a thousand leagues again...
And a thousand leagues again...