1. CAILLEACH STORMING AT THE GATES

I have heard tell of a hag
Who howls blue-faced in the hills
Beira, jealous queen
Gnashing teeth of rust
Her cloak is white, her reign is long
And she watches from her throne
To ensure that her handiwork is fine
Winter o'er the land that bears her name
I have never seen her whistling hills
Nor have I dared to climb her throne
But I have heard of the ancient hag
And I know her winter well
My blood rose up as a spring from the soil
In the land that bears her name
Vociferous anger in Caledonian hills
Howling hag upon the mounts