Knowing whatever her fate she’d be safe with her Lover and Lord.
Brigid, the daughter of Duffy, was brought to the court of the King,
(Monarch of Leinster, MacEnda, whose praises the poets would sing).
“Hither, O monarch,” said Duffy, “I’ve come with a maiden to sell;
Buy her and bind her to bondage—she’s needing such discipline well!”
Ah, but ’twas wise was the King. From the maid to the chieftain he turned;
Mildness he saw in her face, in the other ’twas anger that burned;
“This is no bondmaid, I’ll swear it, O chief, but a girl of your own.
Why sells the father the flesh of his flesh and the bone of his bone?”
Brigid, the daughter of Duffy, was mute while her father replied—