By Creggan Graveyard
I slept last night in sorrow
At daybreak
I was kissed by a young woman
With flaming cheeks
And a golden luster in her hair
One look of her
Would cure all the world's ills

My kind young man
Do not sleep in sorrow
But rise swiftly
And come along the road with me
To the land of honey
Where the foreigner has no hold
Where you will find happiness
Enticing me with sweet music

Oh sweet princess
Are you Helen that transfixed the horde
Or one of the nine fine women
From Parnassus made in such form?
Which land in the world
Would hold you, oh star without cloud
That you want my sort
Whispering with you back in the road?