From across the sea they came

Fleeing from slavery

To the blessed shores of Ireland

Their people to be free!

They sailed for many days

In seas that raged and swelled

Many ships traversed the depths

Full of men who were compelled

To find a home for their people

In the land of their forefathers

The ancient tribes of Nemed

Those ancient Irish masters.

Five brothers led the way

Sailing on the Western squall

Many dangers they encountered

And many warriors did fall.

Till at last they did arrive

In the glorious seas of Ireland

As they headed for the shore

One more trial was at hand.

The wind became a storm

The seas became enraged

The Fir Bolg ships were scattered

And many too were razed.

Separated into three parts

The Fir Bolg, Domnann and Gaileon

Finally docked in Ireland

As the seas began to calm.

They overcame so many trials

As they sailed to their new land

A new dawn awaits the brothers

A new era is at hand.

At Tara the brothers held council

They divided the land into five parts

Peace had come to the Fir Bolg

But this peace was not to last.