Through frost and through snow
Tired and hunted I go
In fear both from friend and from neighbour
My horses run wild
My acres untilled
And they all them lost to my labour
But it grieves me far more
Than the loss of my store
That there's none who would shield me from danger
So my fate it must be
To fare eastward o'er sea
And languish amid the stranger

obviously not a "literal" translation but singable......by Donal O'Sullivan from "Songs of the Irish"