Brave King Breian's March

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These are the lyrics for Brave King Breian's march. The legend of this song is that Tirlough wrote it while they were marching from Diras to the western border, saying goodbye to the land, not knowing if they were going to win the First Galleisian War.
The last part was written after they won:

Mho bheannacht to the nascent spring
Mho bheannacht to the anvil’s ring
Mho bheannacht to the incumbent king
Onne bennath aconna

Diathaneas an thu, to the Tyfferim wheat
Diathaneas an thu, to the Karnwyl sheep
Diathaneas an thu, to the river deep
Onne bennath aconna

Goodbye to the hill and idle down
Goodbye to the wood and silver crown
Goodbye to the valley mountain town
Onne bennath aconna

We carry our charms and Balane’s Cross
We carry the weight of winter’s loss
We carry our hearts through mud and moss
Onne bennath aconna

We fight o’er the orchard and plain
We fight through the wet and rough terrain
We fight so the Westren Wall remains
Onne bennath aconna

By Menor’s Might, and Frannach’s Brand
By Menor’s Might, and Diras’ Hand
By Menor’s Might, we defend our land
Onne bennath aconna

Ta loughri to the corn and the autumn yield
Ta loughri to the furrow and field
Ta loughri to the smiths of sword and shield
Onne Bennath Aconna

Wyn amhaille, to the barley and rye
Wyn amhaille, to our banners high
Wyn amhaille, we come home to die
Onne bennath aconna

Welcome home to the apple and pear
Welcome home to the wolf and bear
Welcome home to the plough and mare
Onne bennath aconna

For the ones who lived, for the ones who died
For the ones who fought so we could thrive
Our King and Kingdom has survived
Onne bennath aconna

We name our leader at long last
A captain of the war that passed
The Gods and children have amassed
Onne bennath aconna

Brave Breian’s reign will not be surpassed
Onne bennath aconna