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!