(Irish lyrics)

Mo chreach gh?Šarch??iseach
N?? rabhas ar do ch??laibh
nuair l??mhadh an p??dar,
go ngeobhainn ?Š im chom dheas
n?? i mbinn mo gh??na,
is go l?Šigfinn cead si??il leat
a mharcaigh na s??l nglas
??s t?? b'fhearr l?Šigean 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.