The barleycorn is rising high
the summer breeze a whispered sigh
as on this day a babe is born
a child of Lugh where beauty fly.
New life upon the summer’s dawn
while reaping in the barley corn
and she will be her Nain’s princess
to her my love forever sworn.
A touch of faith to bring the best
by my will she’ll have nothing less
as words that sing her lullaby
are kissed above by love’s goddess