continued, pge 124, Douglas Hyde (New Ireland Review series, 1901)

IV.   Nach bradach bréagach cuireadh i gcéill di
       Nach bhfásann féar ann san áit a mbím
       Nach dtig ó 'n ngealaigh a soillse bréige
       'S nach lasann réalt ann ar feach na h-oidhch' !

       Go n-éalaigh an fuacht a 's teas na gréine
       Go n-éagfaidh éisg san muir gan braon
       Go n-éirigh' an fhairrge os cionn na sléibhte
       Go bráth ni shéanfad cuid mo chroidhe

Was it not mean and lying of them, to give her to understand
That no grass grows in the place where I am
That the moon does not reflect the sun's beams
And that no star gleams throughout the night

Till the cold and the heat of the sun shall depart
Till the fish shall die in the sea without a drop [of water]
Till the ocean shall rise over the mountains
I shall not deny for ever the portion of my heart