(Irish lyrics)



Mo chreach ghéarchúiseach 

Ná rabhas ar do chúlaibh 

nuair lámhadh an púdar, 

go ngeobhainn é im chom dheas 

nó i mbinn mo ghúna, 

is go léigfinn cead siúil leat 

a mharcaigh na súl nglas 

ós tú b'fhearr léigean chucu 



(English translation)



My biting bitter loss 

I was not at your back 

When the powder was fired 

So my fine waist could save you 

or the hem of my dress 

'til I let you go free 

my slate-eyed writer 

well-able for them all.