I wouldn’t blame you if you
fled away mo duine amhain óg
The stars seem far but
much closer to a home.
The bag’s all packed, by do máthair
agus t-athair, I. The journey’ll
rough, the sky dear will seem
far. But if you must go,
then go on ye should.
With the rocks in the shoes,
the heel gone to hole.
think of maimaí agus dadaí
when all looks far and gone.
Do theaglach can’t much given,
aside from food, hearth, and love.
If I could pack you gold sovereigns,
then I think you’d still ferry far.
From with do fhuil the monster
borne and reared, unstoppable by nature,
and governing law
If I coulda switched it out of you,
by birch or belt all, I wouldn’t
dare change what’s true from nature’s call.
Brought the horse mare your brother,
the call from your sister.
Both missed you already, as soon
as letter lighted shore.
Farewell mo duine amhain óg –
farewell from broken-hearted
loved one, anois anois ye go.