Óró! 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile Óró! 'Sé do bheatha
'bhaile Óró! 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.
A Shéarlais Óig, a mhic Rí Shéamais 'Sé
mo mhór-chreach do thriall as Éirinn Gan tuinnte bróig' ort, stoca nó leinidh Ach do chascairt leis na Gallaibh.
Curfá
'Sé
mo léan géar nach bhfeicim Mur mbéinn beo 'na dhiaidh ach seachtain Séarlas Óg is míle gaiscidheach [gaiscioch] Ag
fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh.
Curfá
Tá Séarlas Óg a' traill ar sáile Béidh siad leisean, Franncaigh is Spáinnigh Óglaigh
armtha leis mar gharda 'S bainfidh siad rinnce as éiricigh!
Óró! You are welcome home! Óró! You are welcome home! Óró!
You are welcome home! Now that summer is coming.
O young Charles, King James' son Alas your distress of leaving
Ireland You have left Ireland barefoot Routed by the foreigners.
Alas that I do not see Even if I were
only to live a week thereafter Young Charles and a thousand heroes Routing the foreigners [the enemy].
Charles
is coming over the sea He will have a guard French and Spanish will be with him And they'll make the heretics dance!
