At Faughart by St. Brigid’s Stream – Author Unknown
St. Brigid’s Cloak seems out there spread Blue as the summer sky The Cooley Hills defend the North And eastwards dreams the sea Roll Leinster plains far southward forth And all these lands loved she At Faughart you may kneel in prayer On the ground St.Brigid trod You will feel her gracious presence there You will feel you are close to God O Mother of the Gaol remember me As I kneel on the Faughart sod My ship is tossed on the stormy sea Guide me home to God Share