Na Laetha Geal M’Oige

Ag amharc tre moige
Is me bhi samh
Gan eolas marbh
Bhi me og san am,
Anois, taim buartha
s fad ar shiuil an la.
Ochon s ochon o .
Na laetha geal moige
Bhi siad lan de dhochas
An bealach mor a bhi romham anonn
Bhi se i ndan domh go mbeinn, slan, slan.
(Repeat refrain)
(Translation:
The bright days of my youth
(In honor of my father and mother)
Looking back over my youth
I see I was contented
Without knowledge of death
I was young then
Now I am worried
During the course of the day.
(Oh sorrow!) [Alas and woe, oh.]
The bright days of my youth
Were full of hope
The big road that was before us then
Was what was destined to be,
Bye bye... )