-Inspired in part by a traditional prayer still spoken on the Isle of Man-
Son of Lir, God of the sea,
commander of the waves and wind,
protector of the Isle of Man;
You, whose sword could strike through any armor,
and whose breastplate could never be pierced.
I praise you Manannán Mac Lir!
Accept these rushes as my offering,
and bless our voyage, Manannán Mac Lir.
Bless us as we take the tide away,
and all the better if it brings us in!
As we set out on this dangerous journey
I hold you dear, Son of The Sea.