Ma ghaighimse slainte is fada a bheas tracht ar
An mheid a bathadh as Anach Cuan.
Mo thrua amarach gach athair is mathair
Bean is paiste ata ag sileadh sul
A Ri na ngrasta, a cheap neamh is Parthas,
Nar bhead an tabhacht duinn beirt na triur?
Ach la chomh brea leis gan gaoth gan baisteach
Is lan an bhaid acu a scuabadh ar shiuil.
Nar mhor an t-ionadh os comhair na nadaoine
A bhfeiscint sinte ar chul a gcinn?
Screadadh is caoineadh a scanrodh daoine,
Gruaig a cioradh is an chreach a roinn.
Bhi buachailli oga ann, toicht an fhomhair,
A sineadh ar chrochar is a dtabhairt go cill.
Is gurbh e gleas a bposta a bhi a dtorramh
Is, a Dhia na gloire, nar mhor an feall.