Gur fuar do chistin, a’s do theine bhi eugtha,
A’s d’reir mar mheasas, ’ta an tirmisg deunta!
A Dhonail Mac Tomais! m’ ochone! tu claoidhte,
A mhic an athair, na’r bh’aingis le h-insint;
Gur a m-barr do theangan, do bhidh dainid do chroidhe-si,
Acht nior ruigis leat fearg, air do leabaig, a’s’ t-oidhche.
Ni dhearfad dada air a chairid, na ghaolta,
Acht labharfad feasda, air a bpearsan an aonar:—
Do bhi fiall, fairsing, la-marga, agus aonaig,
A’s na’r dhun a dhoras, le dothoill roim aoine.