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LAIGHIM am leabaidh,
Mar a laighinn ’s an uaigh,
Do ruighe ri m’ mhuineal,
Mhic Mhuire nam buadh.
Bidh ainghlean da m’ fhaire
’S mi am laighe an suain,
’S bidh ainghlean da m’ chaithris
’S mi ’n cadal na h-uaigh.
Bidh Uiril ri m’ chasan,
Bidh Airil ri m’ chul,
Bidh Gabrail ri m’ bhathais,
’S bidh Rafal ri m’ thubh.
Bidh Micheal le m’ anam
Sgiath dhaingean mo ruin!
’S bidh an Leighe Mac Moire,
Cur na seile ri m’ shuil,
’S bidh an Leighe Mac Moire,
Cur na seile ri m’ shuil! |
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I LIE in my bed
As I would lie in the grave,
Thine arm beneath my neck,
Thou Son of Mary victorious.
Angels shall watch me
And I lying in slumber,
And angels shall guard me
In the sleep of the grave.
Uriel shall be at my feet,
Ariel shall be at my back,
Gabriel shall be at my head,
And Raphael shall be at my side.
Michael shall be with my soul,
The strong shield of my love!
And the Physician Son of Mary
Shall put the salve to mine eye,
The Physician Son of Mary
Shall put the salve to mine eye! |
