Ballad for St Brigid

O Bridget of the oaken-tree
O Bridget of the well
Keep safe my cattle and guard me
Over the dark’ning fell.

O Bridget of the warm fireside
O Bridget of the byre
Be thou our ever constant guide
As we cross moor and mire.

O Bridget of the chieftains rich
Bridget of the humble
Watch our paths over dyke and ditch
Let our feet not stumble.

O Bridget of the healing hand
Bridget of candlelight
Across this cold and wintry land
Lead us safe home tonight.

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