Ma ghaighimse slainte is fada a bheas tracht ar An mheid a bathadh as Anach Cuan. Mo thrua amarach gach athair is mathair Bean is paiste ata ag sileadh sul A Ri na ngrasta, a cheap neamh is Parthas, Nar bhead an tabhacht duinn beirt na triur? Ach la chomh brea leis gan gaoth gan baisteach Is lan an bhaid acu a scuabadh ar shiuil. Nar mhor an t-ionadh os comhair na nadaoine A bhfeiscint sinte ar chul a gcinn? Screadadh is caoineadh a scanrodh daoine, Gruaig a cioradh is an chreach a roinn. Bhi buachailli oga ann, toicht an fhomhair, A sineadh ar chrochar is a dtabhairt go cill. Is gurbh e gleas a bposta a bhi a dtorramh Is, a Dhia na gloire, nar mhor an feall.