Praise to Thee
Dear Lady Be
You of Fires Throng

Patron of Smith and Poet
You are Inspirations Song

Daughters of the Eternal Flame
From Mans sight were Hid

Brides Well of Healing Water
Their charge, as ye Bid

Foster Mother to each Child
In your Mantle Wrapped

Over each Cradle made by Man
Is your Sweet visage Mapped

In each Woman's time of Birth
You are there to give them Strength

When Their travail is Over
Your Hand gives them nectars Drink

Warrior Woman, when to War we Must
Brigands all do we become, till our adversaries Dust

Yours was the name they called on First
On the Emerald Isle

To this day they call you Still
Saint Bridget, must make you Smile

Blessed Be Exalted One
Worker of the Flame

Blessed Be Dear Bridget
You are more than just a Name

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