I call to Olloudius, great of glory,
wide of renown; yours are the fairest of lands,
the richest of blessings, the food in our larders,
the gold in our purse. Olloudius of many gifts,
bearer of the bowl and the fruitful horn,
granter of all good, for the health of our children,
the yield of our labor, the refuge of home and hearth,
we pray to you. O god of the honey-bright stone,
lord of the rolling hills, the fields of green and gold,
the ancient wood untouched by men, I honor you,
I praise your name. O friend of men and women,
I thank you for your bounty, your mercy, your care.

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