Gu'n d' éirich mi mochthrath maduinn an dé,
'S gu'n ghearr mi'n ear-thalmhainn do bhrìgh mo sgéil;
An dùil gu'm faicinn-sa rùn mo chléibh;
Ochòin! Gu'm facas, 's a cùlaobh rium féin.

Na'm bitheadh siod agam, mo lùgh 's mo leum,
Mi'm shuidhe aig bealach 's mo chù air éill,
Gu'n deanainn-sa cogadh gu làidir treun
Mu'n leiginn mo leannan le fear tha do'n ghréin.

'S ann ormsa 'tha 'm mulad 's am fiabhrus mòr,
O'n chualas gun deach' thu le Brian òg;
Mo chomunn cha dean mi ri mnaoi 'san fheòil,
O'n rinn thu mo thréigsinn 's mi fhéin a bhi beò.

O! Chan eil uiseag 's na speuraibh àrd,
No ian anns an doire d'am b'eòl mo ghràdh
Nach eil nis ri tuireadh a dh' oidhche 's a là.
O'n chualas gu'n ghlacadh mo chailin air làmh.

I rose up early, ere dawn of day
And cut me the yarrow mid new-mown hay
To see by its magic my true-love dear
Alas I saw her, she turned from me.

O had I like others the strength of youth
My hound to follow, my path were smooth
Oh stark and grim is the fight I'd make
Ere I'd let man living my true-love take.

No lark is there in the meadows nigh
Nor bird in the forest that hears my sigh
But mourns now with me, both night and day
Since I and my true-love are parted, for aye.