Oro Se Do Bheatha 'Bhaile (исполнитель: Sinead O'Connor)
Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile,
Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile,[3]
Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.
'Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar,
Do b' é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann,
Do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach,
Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh.
[bad word]
Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile,
Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda,
Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill[4] ná Spáinnigh,
Is cuirfidh [bad word] ar Ghallaibh.
[bad word]
bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceam,
Mura mbeam beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain,
Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch,
Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh.
Oh-ro You're [bad word] home,
Oh-ro You're [bad word] home,
Oh-ro You're [bad word] home...
Now that [bad word]
[bad word] oh woman who was so afflicted,
It was [bad word] that you were in bondage,
Our fine land in the possession of thieves...
And you sold to the foreigners!
[bad word]
Gráinne O'Malley[5] [bad word] over the sea,
Armed warriors along with her as her guard,
They are Irishmen, not French nor Spanish...
And they will rout the foreigners!
[bad word]
May it please the King of Miracles that we might see,
Although we may live for a week once after,
Gráinne Mhaol and a thousand warriors...
Dispersing the foreigners!