Branek feat. The Craic Set - Finn and Ben

Finn and Ben – Die wahre Geschichte der Giant’s Causeway (naja, fast!) 🍼🧱

Was passiert, wenn zwei streitlustige Riesen, ein cleveres Eheweib und ein Haufen Basaltblöcke aufeinandertreffen? Richtig: Ein musikalisches Chaos namens Finn and Ben! Tauche ein in die epische Geschichte von Fionn mac Cumhaill und seinem schottischen Rivalen Benandonner – inklusive Windeltrick, Inselwurf und einer Flucht im Schaumbad.

👉 Also: Anhören, mitsingen, lachen – und nicht vergessen, Oonagh zu danken!

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Fionn mac Cumhaill was a giant so grand,
He could tickle the clouds with the back of his hand.
He lived on a cliff with his wife Oonagh dear,
And hunted wild haggis while sipping on beer.

But one sunny day, with no sheep to chase,
He shouted across to the Scottish place:
“Benandonner, you cowardly lump of clay,
Come fight me now or run away!”

Oh Fionn was bold, and Ben was mad,
Two giants stomping, slightly bad.
They built a road, then ran away—
The Causeway’s here, but not the fray!

Big feet, big feud, across the sea,
Throwing rocks like poetry.
One wore diapers, one lost face,
And Oonagh won the giant race!

Benandonner roared from the Highland side,
“You’re the worm, Fionn! Prepare for the ride!”
So Fionn got mad and threw some dirt,
But missed by miles — oh, that must’ve hurt.

The clump of earth fell into the sea,
And became the Isle of Man, you see.
Then Fionn had a plan, bold and grand:
“I’ll build a path to punch that man!”

Oh Fionn was bold, and Ben was mad,
Two giants stomping, slightly bad.
They built a road, then ran away—
The Causeway’s here, but not the fray!

Big feet, big feud, across the sea,
Throwing rocks like poetry.
One wore diapers, one lost face,
And Oonagh won the giant race!

He smashed up rocks with giant glee,
And built a road across the sea.
With basalt blocks and mighty might,
He worked all day and danced all night.

At last the causeway reached the shore,
Fionn stomped across with a mighty roar.
But when he saw Ben’s giant shoe,
He gasped, “Oh no — he’s bigger than you!”

So Oonagh, clever as a fox in tweed,
Said, “Dress like a baby — that’s all you need!”
Ben saw the ‘child’ and turned pale with dread,
“If that’s the baby, I’m better off dead!”

He ran away, broke up the path,
And fled to Scotland in a bubble bath.
Fionn just grinned and raised a toast:
“To clever wives — they’re smarter than most!”

So if you walk the Causeway stones,
And feel the wind in your ancient bones,
Remember the tale of the giants’ feud,
And how a diaper saved Fionn’s mood.

With whiskey, wit, and giant pride,
The Irish always turn the tide.
So raise your glass and sing this tune—
Fionn’s still laughing at the moon!

Oh Fionn was bold, and Ben was mad,
Two giants stomping, slightly bad.
They built a road, then ran away—
The Causeway’s here, but not the fray!

Big feet, big feud, across the sea,
Throwing rocks like poetry.
One wore diapers, one lost face,
And Oonagh won the giant race!