Oisinn: If it was your psalms that were desired By the Fianna of the naked weapons, O cleric, I would not think much Of removing your head from your body. Pàdruig: Woe to me, you are welcome! We came on a journey to ask you, What is the hardest fight the Fianna fought Since you were conceived of their race? Oisinn: We were one day on the mountain of hunting (And the hunt never proved successful) When we saw a thousand boats Had landed upon the shore. The son of the king of Scandinavia was there, vexed; What is the point of concealing it? He cannot be kept from Fionn without taking Fionn’s young wife and his dog away with him. Lord, I would not give my wife To any man under the sun And I will not give Bran away till the end of time Or until death comes upon my own self. Psalm 150 The traditional Gaelic psalm singing of Murdina MacDonald, recorded on the Isle of Harris by Thorkild Knudsen in 1964–5, inspired this setting by Barnaby. Alleluia! Praise God in his holiness; praise him in his mighty heavens. Praise him for his acts of power; praise him according to his manifold greatness. Praise him with the trumpet’s sound; praise him with psaltery and lyre.
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