Is tar ets na Feil Brighde ardoidh me mo shel.
O chuir me I mo cheann e ni stopfaidh me chotiche
Go seasfaidh me sios t Ias Chontae Mhutgheo.
Now with the coming of spring, the day is beginning to stretch
And after the feast of St. Brigid I’ll rise up and go.
Since the notion came into my head I’ll not even stop for a second,
Till I set my foot down in the middle of County Mayo.
Antoine ÓReachtabhra (Raifteiri) 1784-1835
Here are some yummy St. Brigid Day recipes. We’re planning on making Barm Brack for tea, when our lovely friends from down the street will be joining us. I’d love to make the St. Brigid’s Cross bread here, but I have little faith in my baking skills. I’m hoping that Brigid’s Cloak is among my on-hold books that they have available for me at the library.
We don’t generally “do” a lot of school on Fridays, but this little poem would make a beautiful recitation or piece of copywork:
Lest Brigid find the wayside dark.
And Brother Wind comes rollicking
For joy that she has brought the spring.
Young lambs and little furry folk
Seek shelter underneath her cloak.
W. M. Letts
And this is a lovely prayer:
Bless these little fields of mine,
The pastures and the shady trees,
Bless the butter and the cheese,
Bless the cows with coats of silk
And the brimming pails of milk,
Bless the hedgerows, and I pray
Bless the seed beneath the clay,
Bless the hay and bless the grass,
Bless the seasons as they pass,
And heaven’s blessings will prevail,
Brigid – Mary of the Gael.
And so, we celebrate St. Brigid, who, according to legend, shared what little food she had in time of famine and, like the widow and Elijah, found herself with a full jug of water and complete bannock cake when there should have been none.
Though you have nothing, I bid you come
And be filled with the goodness I have to offer you.
Come, listen, live. (Is. 55)