Sheas mé Ar Do Rocky brow
Shiúil an Réimsí Ar Do cliabh
Fásta I An Glóir Do Aeir
Shiúil I Chun Do Mist de Mystery
Meandered Le linn Do Hallaí Naofa
Más mian leat, mé Do Stair I Mo Fola
Agus Know,
An bhfuil mé,
Sin nuair a raibh mé,
Tú.
.
.
.
I stood upon your rocky brow.
Walked the fields upon your chest.
Grown in the glory of your air.
Walked in your mist of mystery.
Meandered Throughout Your Holy Halls.
I Feel Your History In My Blood.
And know,
I do,
That once I was,
You.
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