Brigid’s Mantle

It is the Feast Day of the Bride,
The daughter of Ivor shall come from the knoll,
I will not touch the daughter of Ivor,
Nor shall she harm me.
Early on Bride’s morn
The serpent shall come from the hole,
I will not molest the serpent,
Nor will the serpent molest me.
The serpent will come from the hole
On the brown Day of Bride,
Though there should be three feet of snow
On the flat surface of the ground.
On the day of Bride of the white hills
The noble queen will come from the knoll,
I will not molest the noble queen,
Nor will the noble queen molest me.

The Descent of Brigit
(Womanhood of Brigit or
Praises of Brigit)

Brigit daughter of Dugall the Brown
Son of Aodh son of Art son of Conn
Son of Briara sone of Cairbre son of Cas
Son of Cormac son of Cartach son of Conn.
Brigit of the mantles,
Brigit of the peat-heap,
Brigit of the twining hair,
Brigit of augury.
Brigit of the white feet,
Brigit of calmness,
Brigit of the white palms,
Brigit of the kine.
Brigit, woman-comrade,
Brigit of the peat-heap,
Brigit, woman-helper,
Brigit, woman mild.
Each day and each night
That I say the Descent of Brigit,
I shall not be slain,
I shall not be wounded,
I shall not be put in cell,
I shall not be gashed,
I shall not be torn asunder,
I shall not be despoiled,
I shall not be downtrodden,
I shall not be made naked,
I shall not be rent,
Nor will Brigit
Leave me forgotten.