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EOLAS A GHALAR FHUAIL [182]

THE GRAVEL CHARM

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EOLAS ta agam air a ghalar fhuail,
     Air a ghalar a ta buan;
Eolas ta agam air a ghalar dhearg,
     Air a ghalar a ta garg.

Mar a ruitheas abhuinn fhuar,
     Mar a mheileas muileann luath,
Fhir a dh’orduich tir is muir,
     Casg air fhuil, ruith air fhual.

An ainm Athar, agus Mic,
An ainm Spioraid Naoimh.

I HAVE a charm for the gravel disease,
     For the disease that is perverse
I have a charm for the red disease,
     For the disease that is irritating.

As runs a river cold,
     As grinds a rapid mill,
Thou who didst ordain land and sea,
     Cease the blood and let flow the urine.

In name of Father, and of Son,
     In name of Holy Spirit.