The Woman of Balnain - Bear McCreary, Gillebride MacMillan

‘S mise bean Tighearna Bhail' ‘n Athain

«Tha na Sìth air mo ghoid a-rithist, a-risthist,»

Tha mar g’eill gach clach ga ràdh

Gu h-obann an sin, dhorchnaidh an oidhch'

‘S chualas fuaim àrd mar thàirneanach

‘S thàinig a' ghealach a-mach

Fo sgàil nan neòil

‘S bhoillsg ì air a' chaileig

Bean Bhail ‘n Athain ì fhèin a bh’ann

‘Sgìth ‘s claoidht mar gun d’shiubhail i fada

Bean Bhail ‘n Athain ì fhèin a bh’ann

Ach nach b’urrainn ins càite an robh i

No idir mar rinn i tighinn

I am the wife of Lord Balnain

«The Peace has been stolen from me again,»

It's as if every stone is saying

Suddenly there, the night darkens

A loud noise like thunder was heard

And the moon came out

Under the shadow of the clouds

She looks at the girl

She was the wife of Athenry herself

Tired and exhausted as if she had traveled a long way

She was the wife of Athenry herself

But she could not tell where she was

Or at all as she did come