The Lord's Prayer

(in Irish)
As Gaeilge:

Ár nAthair atá ar neamh,
Go naofar d'ainm
Go dtaga do ríocht
Go ndéantar do thoil ar an talamh
Mar a dhéantar ar neamh.
Ár n-arán laethúil tabhair dúinn inniu
Agus maith dúinn ár bhfiacha
Mar a mhaithimidne dár bhféichiúnaithe féin
Agus ná lig sinn i gcathú
ach saor sinn ó olc
Óir is leatsa an ríocht
agus an chumhacht
agus an ghlóir
Trí shaol na saol
in Scots Gaelic

Ar n-Athair a tha air neamh,
Gu naomhaichear d'ainm.
Thigeadh do rioghachd.
Deanar do thoil air an talamh,
mar a nithear air neamh.
Tabhair dhuinn an-diugh ar n-aran laitheil.
Agus maith dhuinn ar fiachan,
amhail a mhaitheas sinne dar luchd-fiach.
Agus na leig ann am buaireadh sinn;
ach saor sinn o olc:
oir is leatsa an rioghachd,
agus an cumhachd,
agus a ghloir,
gu siorraidh. Aimen.

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The Hail Mary

in Irish
As Gaeilge:

Sé do bheatha, a Mhuire,
atá lán de ghrásta,
tá an Tiarna leat.
Is beannaithe thú idir mná
agus is beannaithe toradh do bhroinne, Íosa.
A Naomh-Mhuire, a Mháthair Dé,
guigh orainn na peacaigh, anois,
agus ar uair ár mbáis. Aimen.

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Please do not copy or reproduce this original picture. It remains the sole property of the artist.
Thank you for your cooperation.


I SEE HIS BLOOD
UPON THE ROSE

by
Joseph Mary Plunkett
I see His blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of His eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
I see His face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but His voice -- and carven by His power
Rocks are His written words.
All pathways by His feet are worn
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.