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Ó tháinig ár speiceas daonna ar an Domhan den chéad uair, táimid i gcaidreamh siombóiseach leis an Dúlra; bhog ár saol i rithim le rithimí an Dúlra.

Rinne ár sinsear Ceilteacha ceiliúradh ar na ceithre shéasúr, Bealtaine (Samhradh),…

Féach ar an leagan Béarla, In Winter Dawn

The poem is a prayer to St. Fiacc who is remembered reverently as the bringer of Christianity to the Sleaty and Graigue region.

The poem carries on the ancient Celtic festival of imbolg, marking the rebirth of the year. Before the Church imposed the feast of St. Brigid the imbolg festival marked the rebirth of nature, under the mantle of the goddess Brigid, of Danú.

In this poem Martin remembers some of the sounds, smells and sights of early winter mornings as he walked Graigue (cullen) to serve at first mass.

For two hundred years its stood,
Among the Wicklow hills,
The source of people's hopes,
The cure for many ills.
It was built by Fr Blanchfield,
With faith and a hundred pound,
And it is fitting that there he rests,
Inside the church he…

In winter dawn in years long gone
Our forefathers adored the sun,
Druids offered gifts to golden Fionn
So crops might grow and male babes come.

Then Patrick came and changed our ways;
Replaced the gods of older days.
He fanned a fire up high…

Christmas time is here, the turning of the year;
We celebrate with feasting and with hope for the new year,

Chorus:

And all enjoy the season, the turning of the year;
Each home is full of happiness and all are of good…