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 CORMAC MAC CULENNAIN SANG THIS

Shall I launch my dusky little coracle On the broad-bosomed glorious ocean? Shall I go, O King of bright Heaven, Of my own will upon the brine?

Whether it be roomy or narrow, Whether it be served by crowds of hosts— O God, wilt Thou stand by me When it comes upon the angry sea?