(Irish Lyrics)
Mo Chreach Ghéarchúiseach
Ná Rabhas Ar do Chúlaibh
Nuair Lámhadh An Púdar,
Go Ngeobhainn é Im Chom Dheas
Nó I Mbinn Mo Ghúna,
Is Go Léigfinn Cead Siúil Leat
A Mharcaigh na Súl Nglas
ós Tú B'fhearr Léigean 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.
