Na Laetha Geal M'óige

Ag amharc tr m'ige
Is m bh smh
Gan eolas marbh
Bh m g san am,

Anois, tim buartha
's fad ar shiil an l.
Ochn 's ochn .

Na laetha geal m'ige
Bh siad ln de dhchas
An bealach mr a bh romham anonn
Bh s i ndn domh go mbeinn, sln, sln.

(Repeat refrain)

(Translation:
The bright days of my youth

(In honor of my father and mother)

Looking back over my youth
I see I was contented
Without knowledge of death
I was young then

Now I am worried
During the course of the day.
(Oh sorrow!) [Alas and woe, oh.]

The bright days of my youth
Were full of hope
The big road that was before us then
Was what was destined to be,
Bye bye... )