Rita Connolly - The Defence Of Hen's Castle lyrics

I had word of your coming This is no surpise TO find oneself thus surrounded Nor to feel such tears of anger Now the co*k crows no more The hen shall slam the door No raider, housebreaker No bandit sheriffs men No Galway blow-in Shall here lay a claim This poor widow-woman Long before now Has stood her ground Admidst the white fury of the ocean She has outfoxed The running surge of the braking wave And thus humbled She will bow before no man Go kindle torches High on the hill of Doon The night's ablaze with flames on the hillside In the morning ye shall find comfort