Horses shat; behold !
It mires our monastery.
Earthly sanctity…
“Apples of the earth ”
Dropping from English horses
They are looting us.
Apples to apples !
We monks are holy ashes,
Wholly holy. YES!
( féach creachadh is truailliú
na nGall garbh!
Mainistir Ros Oirialaigh!
see the looting and desecration
of English barbarians!
Ross Abbey )