EARNA MHOIRE [47]

Failt, a Mhoire ! failt, a Mhoire !

Righinn nan gras, Mathair na trocair;

Failt, a Mhoire, air mhodh gun choimeas,

Geil ar slainte, fath ar solais.

Riut tha sinne, dh' oidhch's a latha,

Sliochd seachranach Adhamh is Eubha,

Togail ar guth's ag achan,

An gul's an gal's an deura.

Tabhair duinn, a Fhreimh an aigh,

O 's tu copan nan grasa fial,

Creid Eoin, is Pheaid, is Phail,

Le sgeith Airil an aird nan nial.

Deoin dhuinn, a gheug dhonn,

Aros ann am Fonn na sith,

Tamh o ghabhadh's o anradh thom,

Fo sgath toraidh do bhronn, Ios.