Ar Charraig Donn is fionn an fraoch,
'S is dorcha an speir os cionn Ard na Laoigh,
Is iomadh sruth ag si'neadh si'os
Go h-uisce uaigneach na h-Abhna Buidhe;
An gaoth ag caonadh le chuadh caoin,
I measc na gcoillte si'ghe,
Is mise i bpe'in annseo liom fhe'in,
'S mo ghra'dh ar siubhal uaim, Ocho'n mo chroidhe.

Ba glas an fraoch ar Charraig Donn
'S ba geal an ghrian ar Ard na Laoigh,
Na crainn go le'ir ag cromadh si'os,
'S ag po'gadh min-fhliuch na h-Abhna Buidhe;
'S go deo ba mhe'ara(mhe'anar)mo bheatha ann,
Me' fhe'in 's mo Domhnall di'lis,
'S gur dubhairt se' liom nach scarfadh sinn
Ni'os mo' 'sa tsaoghal seo, Ocho'n mo chroidhe.

Ar Charraig Donn ta' an fraoch ag fa's,
'S an sceach ag sce'ithfeadh ar Ard na Laoigh,
An ghrian geal ag soillsiughadh si'os
Ar e'adan aoibhneach na h-Abhna Buidhe;
Ach domhsa ni' bhfuil ach buairt is bro'n,
Gan radharc mo Dhomhnall di'lis,
Mo le'an indiu gur imthigh thu'(tu'),
Mo mhu'irni'n di'lis, a sto'r mo chroidhe.

Sorry about the apostrophes instead of accents. This was in the album "Irish Traditional Songs" by Deirdre Flynn.