Croi Croga - Clannad

Fuair Rí na hAlbanna, Bás.

Faraor,

Gan mac ar an tsaoil seo.

Tháinig fear as an deisceart

Rí Éamonn a hAon,

Ó, págánach cruálach.

Throid an slua

Uaisle is ísleacht,

Eatarthu féin.

Rinne dearmad go choíche

'bPatronach féin,

Seo finscéal

D'éag an Rí,

Gan mac ar an tsaoil seo

Bhí 'n teideal ag Éamonn

Throid na hóganaigh,

Daoine is tiarnaí

Eatarthu féin

Curadh go scithiúil,

A sheas i saghas cogaigh

Curadh gan anam

Curadh gan dóigh

'Crochadh tríocha

Tríocha gan uaisleacht

Agus buachaillí a bhí óg

Croí crualach

Finscéal beo

D’fháiscigh an mhaorgacht,

Ó mbriathra na hAlbanna,

Sé mbliain a bhí cróga,

Cróga go leor.

Íobair an láimh' seo

Ró-Casta, ró-bhrónach

Scairt siad a shaoirse,

Fear a bhí cróga

Croí cróga

The King of Scotland, Died.

Faraor,

Without a son in this world.

A man came from the south

King Eamon the First,

Oh, cruel pagan.

The crowd fought

Nobles and lowers,

Between themselves.

He never forgot

'Patron himself,

This is a legend

The King died,

Without a son in this world

Éamonn had the title

The youths fought,

Most lordly people

Between themselves

A skilful champion,

Who stood in a sort of war

A soulless champion

Unexpected champion

'Thirty hung

Thirty without nobility

And boys who were young

Cruel heart

A living legend

The arrogance squeezed,

From the words of Scotland,

Six years was brave,

Brave enough.

Sacrifice this hand '

Too complicated, too sad

They shouted his freedom,

A man who was brave

Brave Heart