Take flight, dear Giant,
Over rocks poisoned with sea,
Through sand hardened with hail,
Leave your worries with me.

Your brothers and sisters too old,
To have conquered such a gale,
Overcome the roaring rain,
And the winds that wail.

They say your ship had sank,
And we cried out your name,
For a glimpse of a fading face,
And a voice that sounds the same.

Pauric Keenan