Оригинален текст
A Neansa, 'mhle gr, a bhruinneall 't gan sml
Go bhfeice mise'n t-dh 'gus an san ort
Ba ghile do dh limh n cr geal na tr
N'n eala 's a' snmh ar an irne
Is glaise liom do shil n braon beag den drcht
Is binne liomsa t n na tada
'S mur' n-ala tusa liomsa titfidh m i lionndubh
'Gus cuirfear insa chill 'do dhidh m
Is ioma sin guth mn a chluinimse 'ngach aird
Abhus agus taobh thall den irne
Go Corcaigh na gCuan 's go Bal Ath' na Sluaigh
'S Neansa 'thug bua ar a' mid sin
A Mhuire 'gus a Dhia, nrbh aoibhinn deas 'r saol
D mbeinnse agus le chile?
Trthnna aoibhinn ciin, mise 'gus mo rn
Ag cogarnal ar uaigneas slibhe
Beir litir uaimse suas chuig Neansa chaoin na gcuach
Is aithris di gur buartha at m
Aithris di ars nach gcodlam fin aon oche
Le harraing at tr mo thaobh deas
Aithris d sil, aithris d cl
Aithris d min mhaith chill
Aithris d ceann 's d biln at binn
Gur ghiorraigh s go cinnte mo laetha'
Translation
Rise up, ye stalwart men
And put the pitch alight on your torch sticks
Vanquish those who would do us evil
And establish the rule of France
And oh woman of the house, what ails you?
Oh woman of the house, in two years or three
From this year out the land will be rent free
And oh woman of the house, what ails you?
Here's a jug on the table and the beer's coming
And the Duke of York has sufficient arms
The French and the Spaniards at the sh*re's edge
And how bitter that is than woman's chatter
Alas and alack when I was young
Two years old and no evil thought in my mind
That I didn't join the King's navy or army
Instead of spending my life looking after you
May my back be broken under this weight
If I ever come back to bring you sorrow
And so many women from here to the Blackwater River
That would go along the road with me and have a drink