Hu ru o na hi ho ro x2

Seathan today is dead
Na hi ho, ho ro hug o ro o

Seathan today is dead
Na hi ho, ho ro hug o ro o

A sad tale to the men of Scotland
Na hi ho, ho ro hug o ro

A joyous tale to his pursuer

I and Seathan crossing the mountain

I was weak but Seathan was strong

Many a glen and ben we travelled

I was in Islay and in Uist with you

I was in Iona of the nuns with you

I was in Ireland in the Province of Munster with you

I heard Mass in Cill Chumha with you

You were son of the King of Tir Chonail

Seathan my brightness of the sun

Woe is me that death has caught you

I would not gift you to the gentle Mary

For fear I would lose you myself