Chorus:

'Se/ mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear

'Se/ mo Chaesar Gile Mear

Suan na/ se/an ni/ bhfuaireas fe/in

O/ chuaigh i gce/in mo Ghile Mear



Grief and pain are all I know

My heart is sore

My tears a'flow

We saw him go ....

No word we know of him...

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A proud and gallant cavalier

A high man's scion of gentle mean(?)

A fiery blade engaged to reap(?)

He'd break the bravest in the field

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Come sing his praise as sweet harps play

And proudly toast his noble frame

With spirit and with mind aflame

So wish him strength and length of day

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