(MALE VOCALS)Fair is the heifer — young and leaping! Springing past me — lit like sunrise! Thus cried Noisha — heart awakened. Swift came the woman — eyes like embers, Laughing boldly — “Great the heifers, When no bull walks — the field beside them!” (MALE VOCALS)You have your bull — the king of Ulster, Conor the crowned — high of station, He stands with you — in strength and honor." “I choose the bull — not crowned by others. Younger I want — bold and breathing. You are the one — I choose, O stranger.” (MALE VOCAL)No,” said Noisha — quiet, steady. “I will not take — the path you're offering.” His gaze turned down — his step was leaving. “Do you refuse — my form and favor?” (MALE VOCAL)Yes,” he answered — not with anger, But with the weight — of calm decision. She sprang to him — a flash of motion, Seized his two ears — held them tightly. “Shame to your name — if you forsake me!” He cried aloud -(MALE VOCAL) Release me, woman! O my wife now — fierce and sudden!” But still she held — her claim upon him.
