: late it was I saw yestreen :

LATE IT WAS I SAW YESTREEN

Late it was I saw yestreen
A red-robed man upon the glen;
My heart rejoiced at his step,
Methought it was thyself I saw.

Methought it was thyself I saw,
Hunter of venison of the dun deer,
Traveller of the heaths and hills,
Hunter of a thousand mighty stags.

Hunter of a thousand mighty stags,
May gentle Brigit be close to thee,
May gentle Mary guard thy body,
Fair white Michael guard thy head.

- Anon

Dedicated to William, a fellow wanderer of the wild ways, who began me on this part of my journey - be safe and well.