SEAN DÚN NA NGALL

Is grá geal mo chroí thú,
'Thír Chonaill, a stór,
'do luí mar bheadh seod ghlas san fharraige mhór;
Ó gráim thú i gconaí go moch is go mall,
Agus molfaidh mé a choíche thú,
A Shean-Dún na nGall.

Níl contae in éirinn níos deise ná thú,
Níl daoine sa domhan níos fearr cáil is cliú
Ná tá i dTír Chonaill abhus agus thall.
Ó! Bláth bán ár dtíre thú,
A Shean-Dún na nGall.

Tá teanga ár sinsear á labhairt ann go fóill,
Comh milis binn blasta le hamhrán nó ceol,
Na n-aingeal sna Flaithis gan smachtú gan smál,
Ó! Gráim go deo thú,
A Shean-Dún na nGall.

A fairly simple song in praise of County Donegal, Ireland and quite well known in that county. Requested by Ciarili. I'll do a quick rough translation.

Dear old Tír Chonaill, you are the love of my heart
Lying like a green jewel in the great ocean
I love you always, early and late
And I will always praise you, old Donegal

There is no county in Ireland lovelier than you,
No people in the world more famed near and far
Than in Tír Chonaill [Tirconnell]
You are the fair flower of our country, old Donegal

The language of our forebearers is still spoken there
As sweet and melodious as song or music of
The angels in heaven, without blemish,
I will love you forever, old Donegal.