Ropadh maith lem...
Ropadh maith lem
cormlind mór do rígh na rígh;
aca hól tre bithe sír.
(would be * good * with me/
ale-lake * big * for * king * of the * kings/
family * of heaven/
at-its * drinking * through * ages * eternal)
I would like
a great lake of ale for the King of Kings;
and the household of heaven
drinking it throughout eternity.
The first stanza of a Middle Irish poem conventionally attributed to Saint Brigit, edited by David Greene in Celtica, vol. 2, pt. 1. There are a number of early tales that tell of Brigit’s miraculous talent for turning bath water into beer and similar exploits.