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Seo mo mhallacht ar na mn,
S iad a mhearaigh m gus rinne mo chr,
Thit m I dts mo shaoil I ngr le spirbhe,an lainn g
Is mheall s lena glortha m.
S bh sochma laghach gan bhrid,
S ba mheallacha s ba mhilse pg,
Bh s criil greannmhar cir s n brag a bhfuil m r,
Gur mheall s lena glortha m.
Shl m nach raibh duine bocht ar mo dhream,
Nach raibh sa tsaol seo ach sprt is greann,
Ach faraoir t m fgtha anois go fann, modhobhrn bhoct liom fin,
Ó mheall s lena glortha m.
Is ioma oiche fhada fhuar,
A chaith m suir leithe chois na gcruach,
Is a teacht na bhaile ars gan ghruaim le bodhrnacht a lae,
Nuair a mheall s lena glortha m.
Thg s a seotla I bhfad ar shil,
Is dfhg s mise a sileadh na sul,
Nar chuma liom d mbnn a dil, lena feicail ars nos m,
Och, mheall s lena glortha m.
Nach doiligh domhsa theacht frd a tsaol,
O delaigh an ainnir d a chrigh mo chro,
Is dfhg s mise lag gan bhr o mo chaitheamh s o mo chlo,
Ó mheall s lena glortha m.
Ach d bhfighinn-sa an saol seo ar mo mhian,
Scal cinnte go mbeimis g a choch,
N chuirfin-se lmh na cloige ars
Go dt an t-am arbh fhi bheith beo
Nuair a mheall s lena glortha m.