Oft of a pleasant morning, sunshine all adorning
I heard a horn give warning with the birds' mellow call
Badgers flee before us, woodcocks startle o'er us
Guns in a ringing chorus 'mid the echoes all
The fox runs high and higher, horsemen shouting nigher
The maid in mourning by her geese that are all gone
Now they fell the wild woods, farewell home of childhood
Oh, Seán Ó Duibhir a' Ghleanna thy day is o'er

It is my sorrow sorest, woe the falling forest
The north wind brings me no rest and death is in the sky
My faithful hound tied tightly, never sporting brightly
Who would make a child laugh lightly with tears in his eyes
The antlered noble-hearted stags are never parted
Never chased nor started from the whinny hills
If peace came but the small way I would journey down on Galway
And leave, though not for always, my Erin of the ills.

Oh, my woe and ruin through sinless death undoing
Came not o'er the strewing of all my bright hopes
How oft on sunny morning I watch the spring returning
The autumn leaves are falling and dew on woodland slopes
Now my land is a-plunder, far my friends asunder
I must hide me under branch or bramble screen
If soon I cannot save me by flight from foes who crave me
Oh, Seán Ó Duibhir a' Ghleanna death will come between.

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