[from Collected Works, T.E.Brown]
TAKE him, O Braddan, for he loved thee well
Take him, kind mother of my own dear dead!
And let him lay his head
On thy soft breast,
He loved thee well ; and thee, my father, thee
Also he loved. O, meet him ! reassure
That heart thou provdst so pure
O countrymen, believe me ! here is laid
A Manxmans heart the simplest and the truest:
O Spring, when thou renewest Thy sunny hours,
And bring them of thy sweetest
And bring them of thy meetest
And, till Gods trumpet wake him,
Take him, O Braddan, take him!