Gabhaim molta Bríde
Ionmhain í le hÉirinn
Ionmhain le gach tír í
Molaimis go léir í
Lóchrann geal na Laighneach
A' soilsiú feadh na tíre
Cean ar óghaibh Éireann
Ceann na mban ar míne
Tig an geimhreadh dian dubh
A' gearradh lena ghéire
Ach ar Lá 'le Bríde
Gar dúinn earrach Éireann
Brighid of the sunrise
Rising in the morning
Rising with the Springtime
Greening all the land
See you in the soft cloud
See you in the raindrop
See you in the winds of change
Blowing through the land
You the red eared white cow
Nourishing the people
Nourish now the hunger
Souls longing in our land
Bird that is unfolding
Now the time's upon us
Only have we eyes to see
Your Epiphany
Gabhaim molta Bride
Ionmhain i le hEirinn
Ionmhain le gach tir i
Molaimis go leir i
TRANSLATION OF IRISH
praise Bridget
Beloved of Ireland
Beloved of all lands
Let us all praise her
The bright torch of Leinster
Shining throughout the land
The pride of all Irish women
The pride of women for gentleness
Comes the hard dark winter
Cutting with it's severity
But on St. Bridget's Day
The Irish spring is near to us
I praise Bridget
Beloved of Ireland
Beloved of all lands
Let us all praise her
Ionmhain í le hÉirinn
Ionmhain le gach tír í
Molaimis go léir í
Lóchrann geal na Laighneach
A' soilsiú feadh na tíre
Cean ar óghaibh Éireann
Ceann na mban ar míne
Tig an geimhreadh dian dubh
A' gearradh lena ghéire
Ach ar Lá 'le Bríde
Gar dúinn earrach Éireann
Brighid of the sunrise
Rising in the morning
Rising with the Springtime
Greening all the land
See you in the soft cloud
See you in the raindrop
See you in the winds of change
Blowing through the land
You the red eared white cow
Nourishing the people
Nourish now the hunger
Souls longing in our land
Bird that is unfolding
Now the time's upon us
Only have we eyes to see
Your Epiphany
Gabhaim molta Bride
Ionmhain i le hEirinn
Ionmhain le gach tir i
Molaimis go leir i
TRANSLATION OF IRISH
praise Bridget
Beloved of Ireland
Beloved of all lands
Let us all praise her
The bright torch of Leinster
Shining throughout the land
The pride of all Irish women
The pride of women for gentleness
Comes the hard dark winter
Cutting with it's severity
But on St. Bridget's Day
The Irish spring is near to us
I praise Bridget
Beloved of Ireland
Beloved of all lands
Let us all praise her