There was a man named Thomas O Godain in great and extraordinary suffering owing to the plague of boils; and he lost the. faculty of speech and memory, and was almost unconscious; and after a washing (of the bell) had been made for him by a young clerk of Mac Creiche, and (the water) carried by the same young clerk, and drunk by the sick man from the bell, his speech and memory returned to him at once; and this miracle was noised abroad by everyone. And afterwards Thomas O Godain, the sufferer from the boils, made this lay:
- Great the mighty works, methinks,
Which the patron saint wrought on me;
Mac Creiche, to whom be lasting fame
Brought me from death to life.- I trust in the relic by my side
Which came from the breast of the true saint.
No clay (i.e. corpse) ever comes from a house
Into which its washings shall be borne.- He gave to me gracious protection,
Mac Creiche of the excellent relics;
I owe service to him above all
.For he did not forget his servant.
- His bells and his crooked staffs
With their ornaments of gold (and) jewels,
It is right for all (I speak the truth)
To celebrate their miracles.- His bells and his crooked staffs
With their ornaments of gold (and) jewels,
It is right for all (I speak the truth)
To celebrate their miracles.- His tribute (is) on the men of Munster,
And on the Connaught men from the first;
A sanctuary to the clerks of his churches
Is due from the men of Ireland.- His miracles (wrought) hitherto,
It would be hard to enumerate them;
He continues with invincible might
To do truly mighty works.- Who ever recites in his honour
This lay with right belief,
He shall freely receive his petition,
He shall carry away every great triumph.Great.
From the same book this was copied.