Nancy, my love, beautiful woman without blemish
May luck and fortune accompany you
Your hands are whiter than the foam on the beach
Or than the swan that swims on the Eire River
Your eyes are more beautiful than a dewdrop
And your voice sounds prettier than harpstrings
And if you don't run away with me, my life will cloud over
And because of you, they will bury me

I hear the voices of many women everywhere
Here, there and on the other side of the Erne River
Even Cock with its ports and the city Ballinasloe
Nancy is the most beautiful of all of them
Oh Mary and my God, wouldn't we live well
If we could both be together?
On a nice, peaceful afternoon, my beloved and I
Whispering things to us on the deserted plateau

Carry my letter to kind Nancy of the braids
And tell her how saddened I am
Tell her that I don't sleep at night
That a sharp pain punctures my side
Tell it to her eyes, tell it to her hair
Tell it to her good and sensible mood
Tell it to her head and also to her sweet mouth
Tell her that she has managed to shorten my life