The Crooked Road - The Normans Come
From Palestine to Cashel,
They built castles to outlast both mist and mountain.
'Ireland?' said Strongbow from his seat in Wales
And rose to go where even Caesar had never gone.
They brought with them bigger horses
Metal shirts than shone like late ice on Lough Derg
And songs that women loved.
Their hair grew long
Their speech softer
Their sons were raised by the bards.