A NeansaГ, ‘mhГle grГЎ, a bhruinneall ‘tГЎ gan smГЎl
Go bhfeice mise’n t-ГЎdh ‘gus an sГ©an ort!
Ba ghile do dhГЎ lГЎimh nГЎ cГєr geal na trГЎ
NГЎ’n eala ‘s Г a’ snГЎmh ar an Г‰irne.
Is glaise liom do shГєil nГЎ braon beag den drГєcht,
Is binne liomsa tГє nГЎ na tГ©adaГ;
‘S mur’ n-Г©alaГ tusa liomsa titfidh mГ© i lionndubh
‘Gus cuirfear insa chill ‘do dhГ©idh mГ©.
Is iomaГ sin guth mnГЎ a chluinimse ‘ngach aird
Abhus agus taobh thall den Г‰irne.
Go Corcaigh na gCuan ‘s go BГ©al Ath’ na Sluaighe
‘SГ NeansaГ ‘thug bua ar a’ mГ©id sin.
A Mhuire ‘gus a Dhia, nГЎrbh aoibhinn deas Г©’r saol,
DГЎ mbeinnse agus Г le chГ©ile?
TrГЎthnГіna aoibhinn ciГєin, Гі mise ‘gus mo rГєn
Ag cogarnaГl ar uaigneas slГ©ibhe.
Beir litir uaimse suas chuig NeansaГ chaoin na gcuach
Is aithris di gur buartha atГЎ mГ©;
Aithris di arГs nach gcodlaГm fГ©in aon oГche
Le harraing atГЎ trГ mo thaobh deas.
Aithris Г© dГЎ sГєil, Aithris Г© dГЎ cГєl,
Aithris Г© dГЎ mГ©in mhaith chГ©illГ;
Aithris Г© dГЎ ceann ‘s dГЎ bГ©ilГn atГЎ binn
Gur ghiorraigh sГ go cinnte mo laetha’.
DГ© Domhnaigh mГЎ tchГmse stГіr geal mo chroГ
Tiocfaidh an t-amharc chugham arГs is an Г©isteacht;
An tuirse atГЎ ar mo chroГ, go n-imeoidh sГ dГom,
Is nГ aithneofar an aois ar m’Г©adan.
A Mhuire is a RГ, nach a tuirseach a bhГm,
Is go scaipfinn, dГЎ mba fГon uilig, an ГЃirne.
An bhfuil duine ar bith sa tГr a bhainfeadh dГom mo mhian?
NГorbh fhada mГ© sa saol seo ina hГ©agmais