Slán go deo le brón is buairt, Slán gan mhoill dár gcaoineadh dhuairc. Canaim amhrán dóchais i dteanga bhinn na Fódhla, ’Gus seasaimis go beomhar os comhair an tsaoil.
Ní bheam* feasta leasc gan luail, Cráite, cromtha, fannlag, fuar. Neart is brí na hóige Dár dtarraingt tríd a’ gcomhlann, Is bainfimidne an ceo seo do phór na dtréan.
Clanna Gael faoi réim gan ruaig! Beidh siad saor is béarfaidh bua. Leanfaimidne an lóchrann Do las ár sinsir romhainn, Is ní heagal linn go bhfeofaidh A gcró ’nár ndiaidh.
-- set to the air ‘Mór Chluana’ collected by Patrick Weston Joyce in 1873 repeat the last 2 lines of each verse
(* "Ní bheidh mé" is the standard Irish for "I won't be)
Bye forever, sadness, sighs Bye right now to gloomy cries A song of hope I sing you In Irish sweet and true And let’s stand and sing it proudly for all the world. X 2
No longer will I be lazy, unmoving, Tormented, bent, weak, cold. Strength and youthful vigour Pulling us through this struggle And we’ll remove this fog For our offsprings’ strength. X2
The Gaels flourish unrouted! They will be free and be successful. We will follow the torch That our ancestors lit for us And we do not fear that their bravery will wither after we are gone. X2