Mná na hÉireann [English translation]

There's a woman in Ireland who'd give me a gem and my fill to drink,

There's a woman in Ireland to whom my singing is sweeter than the music of strings

There's a woman in Ireland who would much prefer me leaping

Than laid in the clay and my belly under the sod

There's a woman in Ireland who'd envy me if I got naught but a kiss

From a woman at a fair, isn't it strange, and the love I have for them

There's a woman I'd prefer to a battalion, and a hundred of them whom I will never get

And an ugly, swarthy man with no English has a beautiful girl

There's a woman who would say that if I walked with her I'd get the gold

And there's the woman of the shirt whose mien is better than herds of cows

With a woman who would deafen baile an mhaoir and the plain of tyrone

And I see no cure for my disease but to have a drink