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Preserve us in the land of heat, softest branch of Mary.

DOMHNULL MAC FHIONNLAIDH

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O, lay me by the gentle stream

Which glides with stealing course;

Lay my head beneath the shady boughs,

And thou, O sun, be mild upon my rest.

There, in the flowery grass,

Where the breeze sighs softly on the bank,

My feet shall be bathed with the dew

When it falls on the silent vale.

There, on my lone green heap,

The primrose and the daisy shall bloom over my head,

And the wild bright star of St John

Shall bend beside my cheek.

Above, on the steeps of the glen,

Green flowering boughs shall spread,

And sweet, from the still grey craigs,

The birds shall pour their songs.

There, from the ivied craig,

The gushing spring shall flow,

And the son of the rock shall repeat

The murmur of its fall.

The hinds shall call around my bed;

The hill shall answer to their voice,

When a thousand shall descend on the field,

And feed around my rest.

The calves shall sport beside me