I will not last while you are away from me
I gave my young love to you
I will not last while you are away from me

I see the boat going by
The sea scattering about her sides

If I’m not mistaken
My sweetheart was sailing her

My sweetheart was steering her
The fair young man of the beautiful hair

The fair young man of the yellow hair
O, I’ve known you since I was young

It is your lasting vows
And your love, Lachlann, that have afflicted me

O, if I should see you coming
I would run to meet you

I would run to meet you
On the soles of my bare feet

Though there’s a very hard frost
And cold snow on the moor

Brian Ó hEadhra