Caoineadh [English translation]

My friend and my heart's love!

Oh Rider of the shining sword;

Arise up,

Put on your garments

Your fair noble clothes;

Don your black beaver,

Draw on your gloves;

See, here hangs your whip,

Your good mare waits without;

Strike eastward on the narrow road,

For the bushes will bare themselves before you,

For the streams will narrow on your path,

For men and women will bow themselves before you...