I lie down to-night
With fair Brid and with her Son,
With strong
Ruadan,
And with comfort beneath her mantle.
I lie down with Dagda,
And Dagda will lie down with me,
I will not lie down with Bres,
Nor shall Bres lie down with me.
O Good Father of the poor,
Help me this night,
Omit me not entirely
From Thy feasting hall.
For the many wounds
That were inflicted on Thee,
I cannot this night
Enumerate them.
Thou Father of the Tuatha De Danann,
Do not forget me in Thy dwelling-place,
Do not omit me in Thine ingathering.
In Thine ingathering.