With mighty force the wave has tumbled across
each broad river-mouth,
Wind has come, white winter has slain us, around
Cantire, around the land of Alba,
Slieve-Dremon pours forth a full stream.
Son of the God the Father, with mighty hosts, save
me from the horror of fierce tempests!
Righteous Lord of the Feast, only save me from
the horrid blast,
From Hell with furious tempest!
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