Is é mo choí gan mise maidin aerach (I regret that on this airy morning)
Amuigh i mBéarra im' sheasamh ar an dtrá (I am not out in Béarra sitting on the beach)
Is guth na n-éan 'o'm tharraing tha na sléibhte cois na farraige (With the voices of birds drawing me over the mountains beside the sea)
Go Céim an Aitinn mar ambíonn mo ghrá (To the Pass of the Furze where my love is)
Is obann aoibhinn aiteasach do léimfhinn (I would caper about happily, pleasantly)
Do rithfhinn saor ó anabhroid an tláis (I would run free from doubts and fears)
Do thabharfainn droim le scamallaibh an tsaoil seo (I turn my back on the clouds of this life)
Dá bhfaighinn mo léirdhothain d'amharc ar mo chaoimshearc bán (If I could ever get my fill of looking at my fair sweetheart)

Is é mo dhíth bheith ceangailte go faonlag (It is my sadness to be bound here in weakness)
Is neart mo chléibh dá thachtadh 'nseo sa tsráid (The power of my spirit suffocated here in the streets)
An fhad tá réim na habhann agus gaoth ghlan na farraige (While the rivers flow and the pure sea wind)
Ag glaoch is gairm ar an gcroí seo i m'lár (Calls and summons the heart within me)
Is milis bríomhar leathanbhog an t-aer ann (The air there is sweet and vigorous and soft)
Is gile ón ngréin go farsing ar an mbán (And bright is the sun that shines on the grasslands)
Is ochón, a ríbhean bhanúil na gcraobhfholt (But alas, oh gentle queen of the curly hair)
Gan sinne araon i measc an aitinn mar do bhímis tráth (That we are not together amidst the furze as once we were)