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BUAINIDH mi mo choinneachan, Mar choinneamh ri mo naomh, Chasga fuath nam fear foille, Agus boile nam ban baoth.
Buainidh mi m’ achlasan, Mar achainidh ri m’ Righ, Gur liom-sa buaidh an achlasain, Thar gach neach a chi.
Buainim an duille gu h-ard, Mar a dh’ orduich an t-Ard Righ, An ainm Tri Naomh nan agh, Agus Moire, Mathair Chriosd. |
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I WILL pluck what I meet, As in communion with my saint, To stop the wiles of wily men, And the arts of foolish women.
I will pluck my Columba plant, As a prayer to my King, That mine be the power of Columba's plant, Over every one I see.
I will pluck the leaf above, As ordained of the High King, In name of the Three of glory, And of Mary, Mother of Christ. |