Sé fáth mo bhuartha nach bhfaighaim cead cuarta
Sa ngleanntán uaigneach ina mbíonn mo ghrá
Bíonn mil ar luachair ann is im ar uachtar
Is i dtús an fhómhair a bhíonn na crainn faoi bhláth
Níl gaoith aduaidh ann, níl sneachta buan ann
Tá caladh is cuan ann ag loing 's ag bád
Tá tuilleadh bua ann, 's níl tuaras na Cruaiche ann
An té a dhéanfá suas lena mhuirnín bán
It is the reason of my sorrow that I'm forbidden to visit
The lonely glen where my loved one is
I'd find butter and cream there and honey galore
And even in autumn, there are blossoms on the trees
No north wind blows there, you see no winter snows there
They have harbour and shelter for every boat that sails
There are good things to spare there, you can walk without care there
If you're at peace with the love of your heart
