Last night and I wandering as you do,
On the other side of my lands I was,
There a beautiful woman approached him
Who left me sick and moody afterwards.
With her lovely bearing and shape,
Her sweet words and thin lips,
I hastened to be in her presence
But for all of Ireland I'd not tell her name.

If this maiden submits to my voice,
are said my Bel would be true,
In fact you, or déanfainn your business,
Your léirchur for and out,
Your would read léirstair me dear,
are most regards I was kissing from my heart,
Your I would give her a Maeldoid the championship,
and Ireland I'd not tell her name.

Oh my true love, be sympathetic to me,
and especially, if I may write,
I would be laughing like the white of the branches,
If I get certainty as to who she is,
Her friends are not happy with me
For us to make a home together,
But if she is, according to what you say,
Don't fear to tell me her name.