Grass greener grows through Erin’s isle
More buds appear, more flowers smile
By mossy bank and sunny brae
To greet the dawn of Brigid’s Day.

On Brigid’s morn the mountains throw
Up in the air their caps of snow.
Cead failte swells from plain and vale
To welcome Mary of the Gael.

With blither step the ploughman goes
The milkmaid lilts as white milk flows.
Redbreast broadcasts a special lay
To celebrate St. Brigid’s Day.

The pick of rushes green we twine
In Brigid’s Cross, a saving sigh,
O’er doors and fanlights, Brigid’s Cross
Shall be our shield from sin and loss.

Bright shines a Star, her star that shone
Through Erin’s gloom. It shall shine on
To lead all wandering souls who stray,
Back to the Faith of Brigid’s Day.