(Irish Lyrics) Mo Chreach Ghéarchúiseach Ná Rabhas Ar do Chúlaibh Nuair Lámhadh An Púdar, Go Ngeobhainn é Im Chom Dheas Nó I Mbinn Mo Ghúna, Is Go Léigfinn Cead Siúil Leat A Mharcaigh na Súl Nglas ós Tú B'fhearr Léigean Chucu (English Translation) My Biting Bitter Loss I Was Not At Your Back When the Powder Was Fired So My Fine Waist Could Save You Or the Hem of My Dress 'til I Let You Go Free My Slate-eyed Writer Well-able For Them All.