I soon decided to stride across a river so wide. To a hut upon the far shore of The King's own chosen bride. She took me into her lair, We rolled like thunder in there, but after several visits The King's guards became awaaaaaaaaare.
And when they came, they came from far, to make their claim.
For sake of ale. Lantern and earth. Expanse of sea. Wisdom and mirth.
They laid us low and took our wives and left their woe.
The carnage lingered on, his body bent from side to side
The tendons tore his mighty chest and ripped his leathered hide
Upon his back ten Ulstermen were carried from the lake
And soon there were ten sundered heads, each thrust upon a stake!
But if you google 'Pscias', you'll get a result that says something like 'Pscias spinward marches', which spinward marches is the opening (and reprised) in traveller, but has no lyrics.