Chorus:'Se/ mo laoch, mo 
Ghile Mear'
Se/ mo Chaesar 
Gile MearSuan na/ se/an ni/ bhfuaireas fe/in
O/ chuaigh i gce/in mo 
Ghile Mear
Grief and pain are all 
I knowMy heart is sore
My tears a'flow
We saw him go ....
No word we know of him...
ChorusA proud and gallant cavalier
A high man's scion of gentle mean(?)
A fiery blade engaged to reap(?)
He'd break the bravest in the field
ChorusCome 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
Chorus