Ag amharc trí m'óige
Is mé bhí sámh
Gan eolas marbh
Bhí mé óg san am.
Anois táim buartha
'S fad ar shiúl an lá
Ochón is ochón ó
Na laetha geal m'óige
Bhí siad lán de dhóchas
An bealach mór a bhí romhan anonn
Bhí sé i ndán domh gombeinn, slán, slán.
[Translation]
Looking back at my youth
I was content
Without dead knowledge
I was young, without time
Now I'm sorrowful
Those days are long past
Sadness and loss
The great days of my youth
They were full of expectation
The great journey that was before me then
Happiness was in store for me