Whilst thou dost sing,

O Bridget Bride!

My Lord, my Prince I sing:

My baby dear, my King!

Sang Bridget Bride.

It was on this night that, far away in Iona, the Arch-Druid Cathal died. But before the breath went from him he had his vision of joy, and his last words were:

Brighde ’dol air a glùn,

Righ nan dùl a shuidh ’na h-uchd!

(Bridget Bride upon her knee,

The King of the Elements asleep on her breast!)