Úrchnoc Chéin Mhic Cáinte - Aoife Ní Fhearraigh

A phlúr na maighdean is úire gné

Fuair clú le scéimh ón Ádhamhchlainn

A chúil na bpéarla, a rún na héigse

A dhúblaíos féile is fáilte

A ghnúis mar ghréin le tús gach lae ghil

A mhúchas léan le gáire

'Sé an trua gan mé is tú, a shiúir, linn féin

Sa dún sin Chéin Mhic Cáinte

Táim brúite i bpéin gan suan gan néall

De do chumha, a ghéag is áille

Is gur tó mo rogha i gCúigibh Éireann

Cúis nach séanam áthas de

Dá siúlfá, a réalta gan smúid, liom féin

Ba shúgach saor ár sláinte

Gheobhair plúr is méad is cnuasach craobh

Sa dún sin Chéin Mhic Cáinte

A shuairc-bhean tséimh na gcuachfholt péarlach

Gluais liom fhéin ar ball beag

Nuair a bheas uaisle is cléir is tuataí i néal

Ina suan faoi éadai bána

Ó thuaidh go mbeam i bhfad uatha araon

Teacht nuachruth gréine amárach

Gan ghuais le chéile in uaigneas aerach

San dún sin Chéin Mhic Cáinte

Its the most advanced virgin flour feature

Adamnagh gained a reputation for beauty

The back of pearls, the secret of poetry

Duplicating a festival is welcome

His face like the sun at the beginning of each bright day

A muffled sigh of laughter

'It's a pity that you and I, sisters, are not with us

In that fort Kéin Mhic Cáinte

I am crushed in pain without sleep without a cloud

Of your sorrow, his most beautiful limb

My choice is in the Provinces of Ireland

A reason why I do not rejoice

If you walked, star without smoke, alone

Our health was a cheap junk

Get plenty of flour and a bunch of raisins

In that fort Kéin Mhic Cáinte

A gentle mumble-woman of pearly curls

Move with me soon

When nobles and clergy and laity are in a trance

Asleep under white clothes

North I would be far from both

The arrival of a new sunshine tomorrow

No danger together in gay loneliness

In that fort Kéin Mhic Cáinte