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Carmina Gadelica is a book of prayers, charms and folklore collected by Alexander Carmichael. It is an invaluable source for any student of Celtic culture. Many modern Druids and other Celtic NeoPagans use it as inspiration in writing their ritual material.
The following is a number of exerpts that mention Brighid.
Kindling the fire
I will raise the hearth-fire
As Mary would.
the encircling of Bride and of Mary
On the fire, and on the floor,
And on the household all.
Smooring the fire
The sacred Three
To save,
To shield,
To surround
The hearth,
The house,
The household,
This eve,
This night,
Oh! this eve,
This night,
And every night,
Each single night.
Amen.
Smooring the hearth:
I will smoor the hearth
As Brighid the Fostermother would smoor
Be on the hearth, be on the herd
Be on the household all.
The Feast Day of Bride
(The Feast Day of Bride, day of my choice
Cast the serpent into the sea
So that it may swallow her up).
The Genealogy of Bride
The genealogy of the holy maiden Bride,
Radiant flame of gold, noble foster-mother of Christ.
Bride the daughter of Dugall the brown,
Son of Aodh, son of Art, son of Conn,
Son of Crearer, son of Cis, son of Carmac, son of Carruin.
Every day and every night
That I say the genealogy of Bride,
I shall not be killed, I shall not be harried,
I shallnot be put in cell, I shall not be wounded,
Neither shall Christ leave me in forgetfulness.
No fire, no sun, no moon shall burn me,
No lake, no water, nor sea shall drown me,
No arrow of fairy nor dart of fay shall wound me,
And I under the protection of my Holy Mary,
And my gentle foster-mother is my beloved Bride.
Charm for a bursting vein
The rune made by the holy maiden Bride
To the lame mariner,
For knee, for crookedness, for cripples,
For the nine painful diseases,
for the three venomous diseases,
Refuse it not to beast, deny it not to dame.
Charm for the sprain
Bride went out
In the morning early,
With a pair of horses;
One broke his leg,
With much ado,
That was part,
She put bone to bone,
She put flesh to flesh,
She put sinew to sinew,
She put vein to vein;
As she healed that
May I heal this.
St. Bride's Charm
The charm put by Bride the beneficent,
On her goats, on her sheep, on her kind,
On her horses, on her chargers, on her herds,
Early and late going home, and from home.
To keep them from rocks and ridges,
From the heels and horns of one another,
From the birds of the Red Rock,
And from Luath of the Feinne.
From the blue peregrine hawk of Creag Duillion,
From the brindled eagle of Ben-Ard,
From the swift hawk of Tordunn,
From the surly raven of Bard's Creag.
From the fox of the wiles,
From the wolf of the Mam,
From the foul-smellling fumart,
And from the restless great-hipped bear.
From...
From...
From every hoofed of four feet,
And from every hatched of two wings.
Womanhood of Brigit or Praises of Brigit
Brighid's BreastsBrigit daughter of Dugall the Brown
Son of Aodh son of Art son of Conn
Son of Cariara son of Cairbre son of Cas
Son of Cormac son of Cartach son of Conn.
Brigit of the mantles,
Brigit of the peat-heap,
Brigit of the twining hair,
Brigit of the augury.
Brigit of the white feet,
Brigit of calmness,
Brigit of the white palms,
Brigit of the kine.
Brigit, woman-comrade,
Brigit of the peat-heap,
Brigit, woman-helper,
Brigit, woman mild.
Brigit, own tress of Mary,
Brigit, Nurse of Christ --
Each day and each night
That I say the Descent of Brigit,
I shall not be slain,
I shall not be wounded,
I shall not be put in cell,
I shall not be gashed,
I shall not be torn in sunder,
I shall not be despoiled,
I shall not be down-trodden,
I shall not be made naked,
I shall nt be rent,
Nor will Christ
Leave me forgotten.
Nor sun shall burn me,
Nor fire shall burn me,
Nor beam shall burn me,
Nor moon shall burn me.
Nor river shall drown me,
Nor brine shall drown me,
Nor flood shall drown me,
Nor water shall drown me.
Nightmare shall not lie on me,
Black-sheep shall not lie on me,
Spell-sleep shall not lie on me,
Luathas-luis shall not lie on me.
I am under the keeping
Of my Saint Mary;
My companion beloved
Is Brighid.
Blessing of Brigit
Brigit daughter of Dugall the Brown
Son of Aodh son of Art son of Conn
Son of Cariara son of Cairbre son of Cas
Son of Cormac son of Cartach son of Conn.
Each day and each night
That Isay the Descent of Brigit,
I shall not be slain,
I shall not be sworded,
I shall not be put in cell,
I shall not be hewn,
I shall not be riven,
I shall not be anguished,
I shall not be wounded,
I shall not be ravaged,
I shall not be blinded,
I shall not be made naked,
I shall not be left bare,
Nor will Christ
Leave me forgotten.
Nor fire shall burn me,
Nor sun shall burn me,
Nor moon shall blanch me.
Nor water shall drown me,
Nor flood shall drown me,
Nor brine shall drown me.
Nor seed of fairy host shall lift me,
Nor seed of airy host shall lift me,
Nor earthly being destroy me.
I am under the shielding
Of good Brigit each day;
I am under the shielding
Of good Brigit each night.
I am under the keeping
Of the Nurse of Mary,
Each early and late,
Every dark, every light.
Brigit is my comrade-woman,
Brigit is my maker of song,
Brigit is my helping-woman,
My choicest of women, my guide.
Sleep invocation
I lie down this night
With Brigit of the mantles,
With Mary of peace,
With Jesus of the poor.
I lie down this night
With Brigit of calmness,
With Mary revered,
With Michael of my love.
I lie down this night
Near the King of life,
Near Christ of the destitute,
Near the Holy Spirit.
I lie down this night
With the nine angels,
From the crown of my head
To the soles of my feet;
From the crown of my head
To the soles of my feet.
Blessing of the house
God give blessing
To the house that is here;
May Jesus give blessing
To the house that is here;
May Spirit give blessing
To the house that is here;
May Three give blessing
To the house that is here;
May Brigit give blessing
To the house that is here;
May Michael give blessing
To the house that is here;
May Mary give blessing
To the house that is here;
May Columba give blessing
To the house that is here;
Both crest and fram,
Both stone and beam;
Both clay and wattle,
Both summit and foundation;
Both window and timber,
Both foot and head;
Both man and woman,
Both wife and children;
Both young and old,
Both maiden and youth;
Plenty of food,
Plenty of drink,
Plenty of beds,
Plenty of ale;
Much of riches,
Much of mirth,
Many of people,
Much of long life,
Be ever there:
Both warrior and poet,
Both clay and beam;
Both gear and thong,
Both crook and tie;
Both bairn and begetter,
Both wife and children;
Both young and mature,
Both maiden and youth.
May the King of the elements
Be its help,
The King of glory
Be near it.
Christ the beloved,
Son of Mary Virgin,
And the gentle Spirit
Be pouring therein;
Michael, bright warrior,
King of the angles,
Watch and ward it
With the power of his sword;
And Brigit, the fair and tender,
Her hue like the cotton-grass,
Rich-tressed maiden
Of ringlets of gold;
Mary, the fair and tender,
Be nigh the hearth,
And Columba kindly
Giving benediction
In fulfillment of each promise
On those within,
On those within!
Augury
The augury Brigit made for her Foster-son,
She made a pipe within her palms:
"I see the Foster-son by the well's side,
Teaching the people assuredly.
I set the augury towards the well,
And truly that was righteous work,
The King of kings teaching the people,
Yonder see I Christ assuredly."
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