Note 13 — Chapter XIV

This poem begins:

"Ropadh maith lem corm-lind mór Do righ na righ Ropadh maith lem muinnter nimhe Acca hol tre bithe shír."

I.e., "I would like a great lake of ale for the King of the kings, I would like the people of heaven to be drinking it through eternal ages," which sounds curious, but Brigit probably meant it allegorically.