(Irish lyrics)



Mo chreach gharchiseach

N rabhas ar do chlaibh

nuair lmhadh an pdar,

go ngeobhainn im chom dheas

n i mbinn mo ghna,

is go ligfinn cead siil leat

a mharcaigh na sl nglas

s t b'fhearr ligean chucu



(English translation)



My biting bitter loss

I was not at your back

When the powder was fired

So my fine waist could save you

or the hem of my dress

'til I let you go free

my slate-eyed writer

well-able for them all.