Song of The Horator

[Edofasia]

Horo You are welcome home,
Horo You are welcome home,
Horo You are welcome home,
Now that summer’s coming!
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Welcome lord who faced such troubles
Your disappearance brought us to our ruin
With our fine land usurped by thieves
And sold out to the foreigners!
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[i]Chorus[/i]
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The Horator comes over the sea,
With armed warriors as thier guard
They’re Edofasian I– not Kaltach nor Akarean
And they will rout the foreigners!
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May it please dear A'ru that we might see,
Even if we only live for week after,
The Horator and a thousand warriors –
Routing all the foreigners!


Óró, sé do bheatha bhaile
óró, sé do bheatha bhaile

óró, sé do bheatha bhaile

Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.



'Sé do bheatha, a fhear ba léanmhar

Do bé ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibhinn

Do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh meirleach

'S tú díolta leis na Gallaibh.



Óró, sé do bheatha bhaile

óró, sé do bheatha bhaile

óró, sé do bheatha bhaile

Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.



Tá Horatóir ag teacht thar sáile

óglaigh armtha leis mar gharda,

Éidobhasi iad féin is ní fir Káltaghi

'S cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh.



Óró, sé do bheatha bhaile

óró, sé do bheatha bhaile

óró, sé do bheatha bhaile

Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.