O, fair are the fields o’ Baile-liosan,
And fair are the faes o’ green Magh-luan;
But fairer the flowers o’ Newtownbreda,
Wet wi’ dew in the eves o’ June.
’Tis pleasant tae saunter the clachan thoro’
When day sinks mellow o’er Dubhais hill,
And feel their fragrance sae softly breathing
Frae croft and causey and window-sill.
O, brave are the haughs o’ Baile-liosan,
And brave are the halds o’ green Magh-luan;