St Senan
"Oh! Haste and leave this sacred isle,
Unholy bark, ere morning smile;
For on thy deck, though dark it be,
A female form I see.
And I have sworn this sacred sod;
Shall ne'er by woman's feet be trod."
St. Conaire
Oh! Father, send not hence my bark,
Thro’ wintery winds and billows dark:
I come with humble heart to share
Thy morn and evening prayer
Nor mine the feet, oh! Holy Saint,
The brightness of thy sod to taint.
The Lady’s prayer Senanus spurned;
The winds blew fresh, the bark returned;
But legends hint, that had the maid
Till morning’s light delayed,
And given the saint one rosey smile,
She ne,er had left his lonely isle.