In Tir-na’n-Og,
In Tir-na’n-Og,
Summer and spring go hand in hand, and in the radiant weather
Brown autumn leaves and winter snow come floating down together.
In Tir-na’n-Og,
In Tir-na’n-Og,
The sagans sway this way and that, the twisted fern uncloses,
The quicken-berry hides its red above the tender roses.
In Tir-na’n-Og,
In Tir-na’n-Og,