Crói Cróga - 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.

Sadly

No son in this life

A man came from the south

King Eamonn the One

Oh, cruel pagan

The crowd fought

Gentlemen and lowly

Between themselves

Never forgot

Patron himself

This is a legend

The King died

No son in this life

Éamonn had the title

The young men fought

People are lords

Between themselves

Champion comfortably

Who stood in a kind of war

A soulless champion

Undisputed champion

'Hang thirty

Thirty without nobility

And boys who were young

Hard heart

A living legend

The majesty squeezed

From Scottish verbs

It was a brave six years

Very brave

Sacrifice this hand

Too Complicated, Too Sad

They shouted their freedom

A man who was brave

Brave Heart