From the golden waters of the river Luggie
The angel Neir, she did appear,
She held in her hand a crown of thorns,
From her emerald eyes, shed virgin tears.
She had searched every lake and ocean
Battled the demon, Nhu, on her way,
For the King of Kings was her salvation,
It was only to Our Lord, to whom, she could pray.
2006
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