With the flowing tide that shall know no ebbing
By the assistance of the chaste St. Bride,
The holy St. Columba directing me,
Gentle Oran protecting me,
And St. Michael, of high-crested steeds,
Imparting virtue to the matter the while,
Darling plant of all virtue,
I am now plucking thee!
All the time the old man had been carefully disengaging the cream-white, dome-shaped flower, he had crooned over and over:
"Lamh Bhride leam,