Brave Gaels used to worship it.
From it they would not without tribute ask
To be satisfied as to their portion of the hard world.
“He was their god,
The withered Cromm with many mists,
The people whom he shook over every host,
The everlasting kingdom they shall not have.
“To him without glory
They would kill their piteous, wretched offspring
With much wailing and peril,