O! The French are on the sea
Says the sean-bhean bhocht;
The French are on the sea,
Says the sean-bhean bhocht;
O! the French are in the bay,
They’ll be here without delay,
And the Orange will decay,
Says the sean-bhean bhocht.
And the Orange will decay,
Says the sean-bhean bhocht.
Tá na Francaigh teacht thar sáile
«Ars an tSean-bhean bhocht.»
Tá na Francaigh teacht thar sáile,
«Ars an tSean-bhean bhocht»
Táid ag teacht le soilse ré,
Beid anseo le fáinne an lae,
‘S beidh ár námhaidaid go cráite tréith,
«Ars an tSean-bhean bhocht.»
And their camp it shall be where?
Says the sean-bhean bhocht;
Their camp it shall be where?
Says the sean-bhean bhocht;
On the Curragh of Kildare,
The boys they will be there,
With their pikes in good repair,
Says the sean-bhean bhocht.
And Lord Edward will be there
Says the sean-bhean bhocht.
«Is cá mbeidh cruinniú na Féinne?»
Ars an tSean-bhean bhocht.
«Is cá mbeidh cruinniú na Féinne?»
Ars an tSean-bhean bhocht.
«Thíos ar bhánta leathan r’eidh,
Cois Chill Dara ghrámhar shéimh,
Pící glana ‘s claímhte faobhair,»
Ars an tSean-bhean bhocht.
Then what will the yeomen do?
Says the sean-bhean bhocht;
What will the yeomen do?
Says the sean-bhean bhocht;
What should the yeoman do
But throw off the red and blue,
And swear that they’ll be true
To the sean-bhean bhocht?
And swear that they’ll be true
To the sean-bhean bhocht?
And what colour will they wear?
Says the sean-bhean bhocht;
What colour will they wear?
Says the sean-bhean bhocht;
What colour should be seen
Where our fathers’ homes have been,
But our own immortal Green?
Says the sean-bhean bhocht.
But our own immortal Green?
Says the sean-bhean bhocht.
“Is cén dath a bheidh in airde”
Arsa an tseanbhean bhocht.
“Cad é an dath a bheidh in airde”
Arsa an tseanbhean bhocht.
Is ar bhrat uaine bhuacach ard
Gaoth dá scuabadh in uachtar barr
Is faobhar an óinseach duais le fáil ann
Arsa an tseanbhean bhocht.
And will Ireland then be free?
Says the sean-bhean bhocht;
Will Ireland then be free?
Says the sean-bhean bhocht;
Yes! Ireland SHALL be free,
From the centre to the sea;
Then hurrah! for Liberty!
Says the sean-bhean bhocht.
«Is a bhfaighimid fós ár saoirse?»
Ars an tSean-bhean bhocht.
«Is an bhfaighimid fós ár saoirse?»
Ars an tSean-bhean bhocht.
«Beimid saor ‘dir bhun is craobh,
Beimid saor ó thaobh go taobh,
Saor go deo le cabhair na naomh!»
Ars an tSean-bhean bhocht.