" Mo Ghile Mear "
-Sean Clarach Mac Domhnaill
Once I was fair as a morn of May,
Now all I do is grieve and pray,
And scan the surging ocean waves
Since my gallant laddie went away.
Refrain:
'Se mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear,
'Se mo Chaesar, ghile Mear,
Suan na sean ni bhfuaireas fein
O Chuaigh in gcein mo Ghile Mear
Pain and sorrow are all I know,
My heart is sore, my tears a'flow
Since o'er the seas we saw him go
No news has come to ease our woe.
In chestnut trees no birdsong sounds,
The glens no more echo with coursing hounds,
Winter's gloom lasts all year 'round,
Since my laddie left for to seek his crown.
A proud and youthful chevalier,
A highland lion of cheerful mien,
A slashing blade, a flashing shield,
Fighting foremost in the field.
Come, drain your cups as wild harps play
Let every Celts praise his noble name
As long as blood flows in your veins
Raise a toast for his health, wish him length of days.
Hero whose hopes have turned to smoke,
Erin all wrapped in mourning cloak,
I watch and wait, I dread my fate,
Since my gallant laddie went away.