Lyrics:

Rinne mé smaointiú i m'intinn, 's lean mé dó go cinnte
Go n-éalóinn ó mo mhuintir anonn chun Oilean Úir
Tá mé ag déanamh impí ar an Ard-Rí 'tá 's mo chionn-sa
Mo choinneáil ó gach tubaiste go gcríochnóinn mo shiúl
Shiúil mé fiche míle, 's níor casadh orm Críostaí;
Capall, bó, nó caora ag déanamh inghilt ar an fhéar
Coillte dlúth' is gleanntáin, agus búirtheach beithigh allta;
Fir is mná gan taint orthu a chasfá fá do mhéar
Tharla isteach i dteach mé, 's casadh orm daoine;
D'fhiafraigh siad mo ainmse cén tír inar tógadh mé
Dúirt mé leo i mBéarla gur tágadh mé in Éirinn
Láimh le Loch Eirne, i gCoillidh Lios na Raoch
Bhí seanbhean insan chlúdaigh, agus stocaí ar a glúiní
D'éirigh sí go lúcháireach, agus chraith sí liomsa lámh:
'Sheacht mh'anam, fear mo thíre! Thar a bhfaca mé ariamh de dhaoine
Nuair tágadh mise in Éirinn, i mBaile Lios Baile Éinetha.'
Ó, rinne mé smaointiú i m'intinn, 's lean mé dó go cinnte
Go bpillfinn ar ais go Éirinn, an áit a sínfí mé faoin chlár
Mar a bhfaighfinn lucht mo chaointe is an t-aos óg atá lách aoibhinn
A chaithfeadh liomsa an oíche, agus páirt mhór den lá

I made a decision in my mind, and I followed it thoroughly
That I could escape my homeland, and go to the New Island (Isle of Wight)
I am begging the High King above me to keep me from all misfortune
Which could end my journey

I walked twenty miles, and I didn't meet a soul;
A horse, a cow nor a sheep, grazing in the fields
Only dense woods and glens, and roaring wild beasts;
Men and women in tatters, whom you couldn’t turn a finger on
But I happened onto a house, where I met some people;
They asked me my name, what land I was from
I told them, in English, that I was raised in Ireland
By the side of Loch Erne, in the woods of Lios na Raoch
There was an old woman in the corner, knitting socks
She joyfully arose and shook my hand:
'Bless my soul, my countryman! You are truly one of us
I was raised in Ireland, too, in Baile Lios Beal Éinetha'
Oh, so I made a decision, and I followed it thoroughly
That I would return to Ireland, the place where I would be buried
There I might find gentle and young folk, friendly and delightful
With whom I could spend the nights and the days