Ach: small grey sheep With your dark faces, Don't be afraid When Brigid passes. Keep near to one another In this valley, So that she may see and Bless you, When she comes. Ach: little whitewashed lambs Don't be crying. The night will be clear For the mists are going. Look at that light on the mountain! 'Tis the white candle of Brigid! She is coming.
This poem is published in Madge: Portrait of a Donegal Actress and Poet Madge Herron by Patricia Herron, Cló Duanaire/Irish and Celtic Publications, Carraganes, Ballydesmond, Co. Cork, Ireland.