Le Chant d'Amergin

I invoke the land of Ireland.

Much-coursed be the fertile sea,

Fertile be the fruit-strewn mountain,

Fruit-strewn be the showery wood,

Showery be the river of water-falls,

Or water-falls be the lake of deep pools,

Deep pooled be the hill-top well,

A well of the tribes be the assembly,

An assembly of the kings be Tara,

Tara be the hill of the tribes,

The tribes of the sons of Mil,

Of mil be the ships the barks,

Let the lofty bark be Ireland,

Lofty Ireland Darkly sung,

An incantation of great cunning;

The great cunning of the wives of Bres,

The wives of Bres of Buaigne;

The great lady Ireland,

Eremon hath conquered her,

Ir, Eber have invoked for her.

I invoke the land of Ireland.

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