To buy my love a sword of steel,
Go-thee-thu, mavourneen slaun!
Shule, shule, shule agra!
Only death can ease my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
Go-thee-thu, mavourneen slaun.
But when King James was forced to flee,
The Wild Geesef spread their wings to sea,
And bore mabouchal *** far from me,
Go-thee-thu, mavourneen slaun!