Once upon a time in Ireland stood a castle proud and free
On the stormy coast of Antrim high above the Irish sea
Lords and ladies gathered nightly in the great hall of the king
Beer and mead and wine did flow
Bards would play and poets sing
McDonnall was a chieftan bold who dwelled at Dunluce with his clan
safe from ships upon the ocean and from raiders on the land
There he ruled for many years, for Ulster was his wide domain
Many tried to conquer him, and many men had died in vain
Dunluce Castle fell to no man, sword, or pike, or cannonball,
roving clans or Spanish foemen, Dunluce stood against them all
When a fleet of Spanish raiders sailed across the ragin' Main,
sure a victory was at hand and glory for the King of Spain,
McDonnall met them with full scorn, and loudly did the cannons roar
The pride of Spain was turned away, and banished from the Irish shore
Dunluce Castle fell to no man, sword, or pike, or cannonball,
roving clans or Spanish foemen, Dunluce stood against them al
Then one night a storm came in and angry did the north wind blow
walls of stone came tumbling down and fell into the sea below
Fate was cruel as many souls were lost against the rage and might
Nature did what no man could
On a dark and a stormy night
Dunluce Castle fell to no man, sword, or pike, or cannonball,
roving clans or Spanish foemen, Dunluce stood against them all