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 With mighty force the wave has tumbled across
 * each broad river-mouth,

Wind has come, white winter has slain us, around
 * Cantire, around the land of Alba,

Slieve-Dremon pours forth a full stream.

Son of the God the Father, with mighty hosts, save
 * me from the horror of fierce tempests!

Righteous Lord of the Feast, only save me from
 * the horrid blast,

From Hell with furious tempest!