Excellent Brigantia, goddess on high,
kind one, strong-minded one, whose lands spread far and wide,
whose temples are long fallen into the deep earth,
whose name yet endures, whose hand yet works upon the world.
Many were the tribes of old that placed their faith
in you, O goddess; your might a refuge to the weak,
your touch a salve to the ailing and afflicted,
your blessing sought by those in need, your favor
granted freely to good and honest folk.
Brigantia, mistress of the peak and the moor,
mistress of the river flow, the crest and the crown
are yours; I call to you, goddess, with words of praise.