This is a historical example of calling to the Homeland. It is said that when Amergin recited this poem twice, the atributes of Ireland were recreated.
| I invoke the land of Ireland: |
| much coursed be the fertile sea, |
| fertile be the fruit strewn mountain, |
| fruit strewn be the showery wood, |
| showery be the river of waterfalls, |
| of waterfalls be the lake of deep pools, |
| deep pooled be the hill-top well, |
| a well of tribes be the assembly, |
| an assembly of kings be Temair. |
| Temair be the hill of the tribes, |
| the tribes the sons of Mil, |
| of Mil of the ships, the barks! |
| Let the lofty bark be Ireland, |
| Lofty Ireland, darkly sung, |
| an incantation of great cunning: |
| the great cunning of the wives of Bres, |
| the wives of Bres of Buiagne: |
| the great lady, Ireland, |
| Eremon hath conquered her, |
| I, Eber have invoked her |
| I invoke the land of Ireland. |