188. Columba, Peter, And Paul

LA domh 's mi dol dh' an Roimh, Thachair orm Calum-cille, Peadail, agus Pol, Is e comhradh a bh' aca 's a thachair bhi 'n am beul, Laoigh bheura, bhoirionn, bhailgionn, Mar thubhradh anns an dailgionn, Air an laraich seo gu ceann la 's bliadhna, A uchd Dia nan dul is nan uile bhuadh, Triath nan triath 's nan Cumhachdan siorruidh shuas.

A DAY as I was going to Rome, I forgathered with Columba, Peter, and Paul, The talk that they had and that happened in their mouths, Was loud-lunged, white-bellied, female calves, As was spoken in the prophecy, On this foundation for a year and a day, Through the bosom of the God of life and all the hosts, Chief of chiefs and of the everlasting Powers above.