Song 44 -

Aisling thruagh do mhear mise

Fa-deara an suan síthe-se;

Amhra do chailg mo chridhe

Mairg re dtarla ar dtaibhse-ne

Ní thig liom musgladh go moch

Ar shuan ní fhaghaim árach

Mo thruaighe nár hobadh inn

Codal uaire ní fhéadaim

Ochán, truagh nach tig mh’annsa

I dtaibhse ar cuairt chugamsa

An ghnúis tsoidhealbhdha, an ghruadh ghlan

Gidh tuar doimheanmna a deallradh

Ní chreidim, ní chreidfe mé

A teacht go bráth na breithe

Im radharc arís, dar linn

Im amharc d’fhis ná d’aisling

A sad dream for me

Notice this peaceful sleep;

My heart ached

Woe to what happened to a ghost

I can't wake up early

Asleep I find no relief

My pity that it did not bother us

I can't sleep

Ochan, I wish I could

A ghost visiting me

The sculpted face, the clean cheek

To shine a deep prophecy

I do not believe, I do not believe

To come to the birth of birth

Im a scene again, we think

Look at your vision or your dream