Mo Ghile Mear ("Our Hero")

'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear 'Sé mo Shéasar, gile mear Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé féin Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear 'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear 'Sé mo Shéasar, gile mear Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé féin Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear Grief and pain are all I know My heart is sore My tears a'flow No word we know of him... 'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear 'Sé mo Shéasar, gile mear Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé féin Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear A proud and gallant cavalier A high man's scion of gentle mien A fiery blade engaged to reap He'd break the bravest in the field 'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear 'Sé mo Shéasar, gile mear Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé féin Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear Come sing his praise as sweet harps play And proudly toast his noble frame With spirit and with mind aflame So wish him strength and length of day 'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear 'Sé mo Shéasar, gile mear Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé féin Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear