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Brighde nighean Dùghaill Duinn,

’Ic Aoidth, ’ic Arta, ’ic Cuinn.

Gach la is gach oidhche

Ni mi cuimhneachadh air sloinneadh Brighde.

Cha mharbhar mi,

Cha ghuinear mi,

Cha ghonar mi,

Cha mho dh’ fhagas Criosd an dearmad mi;

Cha loisg teine gniomh Shatain mi;

’S cha bhath uisge no saile mi;

’S mi fo chomraig Naoimh Moire

’S mo chaomh mhuime, Brighde.

St. Bridget, the daughter of Dùghall Donn,

Son of Hugh, son of Art, son of Conn.

Each day and each night

I will meditate on the genealogy of St. Bridget.

[Whereby] I will not be killed,

I will not be wounded,

I will not be bewitched;

Neither will Christ forsake me;

Satan’s fire will not burn me;

Neither water nor sea shall drown me;

For I am under the protection of the Virgin Mary,

And my meek and gentle foster-mother, St. Bridget.