Na Laetha Geal M’Oige

Ag amharc tre m'oige

Is me bhi samh

Gan eolas marbh

Bhi me og san am,

Anois, taim buartha

's fad ar shiuil an la.

Ochon 's ochon o.

Na laetha geal m'oige

Bhi siad lan de dhochas

An bealach mor a bhi romham anonn

Bhi se i ndan domh go mbeinn, slan, slan.

(Repeat refrain)

(Translation:

The bright days of my youth

(In honor of my father and mother)

Looking back over my youth

I see I was contented

Without knowledge of death

I was young then

Now I am worried

During the course of the day.

(Oh sorrow!) [Alas and woe, oh.]

The bright days of my youth

Were full of hope

The big road that was before us then

Was what was destined to be,

Bye bye... )