Of Smithery, and word as art,
We call to You on Imbolc night
To bestow us with Thy sacred light.
Brigid, o Lady of the Wells
Of milkmaids, nuns and the ill,
We call to you on Candlemas Eve
And hear the voices of the Sidhe.
Brigid, o Lady of the Flame
Of healers, and bards who remain,
We call to You on Omeilc night
To light Thy holy flame so bright.
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