IT WAS I SAW YESTREEN
Late it was I
A red-robed man upon the glen;
My heart rejoiced at his step,
Methought it was thyself I saw.
Methought it was thyself
Hunter of venison of the dun deer,
Traveller of the heaths and hills,
Hunter of a thousand mighty stags.
Hunter of a thousand
May gentle Brigit be close to thee,
May gentle Mary guard thy body,
Fair white Michael guard thy head.
to William, a fellow wanderer of the wild ways, who began me on
this part of my journey - be safe and well.