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
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