AT THE WHITENING OF THE DAWN

At the whitening of the dawn, As I came o'er the windy water, I saw the salmon-fisher's daughter, Nuala ni Cholumain. Nuala ni Cholumain, Nuala ni Cholumain, Palest lily of the dawn Is Nuala ni Cholumain.

In the dark of evendown I went o'er the quiet water, Dreaming of the fisher's daughter And her bothy in the town. And I made this simple rann Ere the whitening of the dawn, Singing to the beauty wan Of Nuala ni Cholumain.