🍀King Cormac mac Airt🍀 - by The Leprechaun Fam

LittleMerlin

Folk Trap, Rap, Folk, Irish Folk, Folk Rap, Celtic, Celtic Rap

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Idea and Lyrics by 🧙 @LittleMerlin 🧙

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🍀"The Leprechaun Fam" 🍀

(Leprechaun G, Leprechaun Queen and Lil Clover G)

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[Intro]
Aye
Before there was a crown, before there was gold
there was Cormac.
The king who saw his fate
and walked straight into it.

Clover Clan
Hear the tale.

[Verse 1]

Born in the shadow where the wolves don’t sleep,
Cormac mac Airt came up from the deep.
Raised by the wild, by the river, by the roar
a rightful king, though he knew it not before.

Truth on his tongue like a blade in the air,
wisdom in his bones druids felt it there.
He stepped to Tara’s stone, let the land decide:
the Lia Fáil rose up “The king has arrived!”

No glory without trial, no crown without scars,
he fought for justice, warriors prayd to the stars.
No man bought his word, no lord shaped his mind
Cormac ruled by honor, the rarest you’ll find.

[Hook]
Crown of the old kings, fire in his soul,
Cormac walks the high road, steady in control.
From Tara to the hilltops, his legend won’t fade
For truth was his weapon, and truth was his blade.

[Verse 2]
He faced the jealous, the hungry, the proud,
but Cormac stayed calm while the halls roared loud.
Three laws he laid down like stones in a ring
for justice, for balance, the mark of a king.

He turned thieves into farmers, the lost into men,
he broke no promise not now, not then.
Even when fate came calling with its cold hand near,
Cormac held firm, never ruled by fear.

They say he left Tara in fire and smoke,
a curse from the druids heavy the cloak.
But a king is not the crown nor the gold he held tight
a king is the man who walks true in the night.

[Bridge]
Cormac mac Airt
The king who led without fear,
who judged without pride,
who died without bending.

Ireland re members you.
And so do we.

[Final Verse]
Now I stand here in memory, torch in my hand,
Clover Clan blood running deep through the land.
If Cormac taught anything, it’s this:
Honor ain’t soft
it’s the hardest iron
a king ever wore.

So raise your mugs high, let the fiddle strings sing,
for Cormac mac Airt
the once and forever king.

[Outro]
His crown made of stories
his throne made of truth.
Legends don’t die.
They just walk ahead of you.

Crown of the old kings, fire in his soul,
Cormac walks the high road, steady in control.
From Tara to the hilltops, his legend won’t fade
For truth was his weapon, and truth was his blade.

and truth was his blade.

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★🍀★━━━ ★🍀★━━━━ ★⚡★━━━━ ★🍀★━━━ ★🍀★ Idea and Lyrics by 🧙 @LittleMerlin 🧙 © COPYRIGHT, 2025 @LittleMerlin, All rights reserved Checkout here my other Tracks of 🍀"The Leprechaun Fam" 🍀 (Leprechaun G, Leprechaun Queen and Lil Clover G) https://suno.com/playlist/145b411a-b960-40ff-b585-c4cc33bf3b6d ★🍀★━━━ ★🍀★━━━━ ★⚡★━━━━ ★🍀★━━━ ★🍀★ [Intro] Aye Before there was a crown, before there was gold there was Cormac. The king who saw his fate and walked straight into it. Clover Clan Hear the tale. [Verse 1] Born in the shadow where the wolves don’t sleep, Cormac mac Airt came up from the deep. Raised by the wild, by the river, by the roar a rightful king, though he knew it not before. Truth on his tongue like a blade in the air, wisdom in his bones druids felt it there. He stepped to Tara’s stone, let the land decide: the Lia Fáil rose up “The king has arrived!” No glory without trial, no crown without scars, he fought for justice, warriors prayd to the stars. No man bought his word, no lord shaped his mind Cormac ruled by honor, the rarest you’ll find. [Hook] Crown of the old kings, fire in his soul, Cormac walks the high road, steady in control. From Tara to the hilltops, his legend won’t fade For truth was his weapon, and truth was his blade. [Verse 2] He faced the jealous, the hungry, the proud, but Cormac stayed calm while the halls roared loud. Three laws he laid down like stones in a ring for justice, for balance, the mark of a king. He turned thieves into farmers, the lost into men, he broke no promise not now, not then. Even when fate came calling with its cold hand near, Cormac held firm, never ruled by fear. They say he left Tara in fire and smoke, a curse from the druids heavy the cloak. But a king is not the crown nor the gold he held tight a king is the man who walks true in the night. [Bridge] Cormac mac Airt The king who led without fear, who judged without pride, who died without bending. Ireland re members you. And so do we. [Final Verse] Now I stand here in memory, torch in my hand, Clover Clan blood running deep through the land. If Cormac taught anything, it’s this: Honor ain’t soft it’s the hardest iron a king ever wore. So raise your mugs high, let the fiddle strings sing, for Cormac mac Airt the once and forever king. [Outro] His crown made of stories his throne made of truth. Legends don’t die. They just walk ahead of you. Crown of the old kings, fire in his soul, Cormac walks the high road, steady in control. From Tara to the hilltops, his legend won’t fade For truth was his weapon, and truth was his blade. and truth was his blade. and truth was his blade.

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