When the Bishop of Cork was banished from Erin
My grief, my hardship, this thorn that ever wounds me,
John fast bound by tyrants' locks!
The flapping sail, prepared to take him over the drowning waves,
Sickens and causes to tremble, our churches and our dearest friends.
O great, holy Son of God, who on the tree of torture didst purchase
Hosts of individuals of Adam's true descendants,
Grant that once again, in affection and noble speech,
John be unscathed and this land in peace.
Conduct, I beseech thee, O Father and King of Heaven,
Home across the main our cavalcade of strong heroes,
In Justice and valour and vigour without loss of health,
And scatter without much respite the army beyond the sea.
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