The Hero

Shay mu laych maw ghilleh marr
Shay mo haze ah ghille marr
Soon naw shane ne vore aspheyne
O cchuey (quee) again maw ghilleh marr'
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Grief and pain are all I know
My heart is sore my tears will flow
We saw him go an buachaill beo
No word we know of him ochóin

Shay mu laych maw ghilleh marr
Shay mo haze ah ghille marr
Soon naw shane ne vore aspheyne
O cchuey (quee) again maw ghilleh marr'

A proud young son of several year
A high born son of gentle mean
A fiery blade engaged to me
It break the brave a still naw feel

Shay mu laych maw ghilleh marr
Shay mo haze ah ghille marr
Soon naw shane ne vore aspheyne
O cchuey (quee) again maw ghilleh marr'

I'll sing his praise as sweet harps play
And proudly toast his noble fame
Whose spirit and with mind aflame
Salvation strength and length of days

Shay mu laych maw ghilleh marr
Shay mo haze ah ghille marr
Soon naw shane ne vore aspheyne
O cchuey (quee) again maw ghilleh marr'...