Sé Fath Mo Bhuartha

Sé fáth mo bhuartha nach bhfaighaim cead cuarta

Sa ngleanntán uaigneach ina mbíonn mo ghrá

Bíonn mil ar luachair ann is im ar uachtar

Is i dtús an fhómhair a bhíonn na crainn faoi bhláth

Níl gaoith aduaidh ann, níl sneachta buan ann

Tá caladh is cuan ann ag loing 's ag bád

Tá tuilleadh bua ann, 's níl tuaras na Cruaiche ann

An té a dhéanfá suas lena mhuirnín bán

It is the reason of my sorrow that I'm forbidden to visit

The lonely glen where my loved one is

I'd find butter and cream there and honey galore

And even in autumn, there are blossoms on the trees

No north wind blows there, you see no winter snows there

They have harbour and shelter for every boat that sails

There are good things to spare there, you can walk without care there

If you're at peace with the love of your heart