'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh I gcéin mo Ghile Mear
'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh I gcéin mo Ghile Mear
Grief and pain are all I know
My heart is sore
My tears a'flow
We saw him go ???
No word we know of him ???
'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh I gcéin mo Ghile Mear
A proud and gallant chevalier
A high man's scion of gentle mien
A fiery blade engaged to reap
He'd break the bravest in the field
'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh I gcéin mo Ghile Mear
Come sing his praise as sweet harps play
And proudly toast his noble frame
With spirit and with mind aflame
So wish him strength and length of days
'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh I gcéin mo Ghile Mear
'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh I gcéin mo Ghile Mear