CARMINA GADELICA

Ortha nan Gaidheal

THE CROSS OF THE SAINTS AND THE ANGELS

The cross of the saints and of the angels with me

From the top of my face to the edge of my soles.

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O Michael mild, O Mary of glory,

O gentle Bride of the locks of gold,

Preserve ye me in the weakly body,

The three preserve me on the just path.

Oh ! three preserve me on the just path.

Preserve ye me in the soul-shrine poor,

Preserve ye me, and I so weak and naked,

Preserve ye me without offence on the way,

The preservation of the three upon me to-night.

Oh! the three to shield me to-night.