Auctor hujus Gormlyee nee lyne.
Dwrsin wr er hwcht a neill dursin dowyn ir toyth er hoye Gin terf in nolsyth na neif oss marf reith toyskyrte toye Drwme re seill ewin in nae mir a zonee a zae wee Wye er lyneff go leyr o clyne naill tayfrith in ter Daik mee m’cwlenane keif waa me ag mirogane mor Di beyvin mo hell ag neell gall mo naeve go ner ag oill Da zeywyn fleygh agus feine di verre crye di gi clar Ma ta seyh in naeild neiwe keit nach beeow neif ag neell Nocha naga fer mir neell di bi zale ae ach a zlownyth Fa math a waysith si naewe tass a cheyve is glass a howle Dass freich er in warga vor teik in zeith sin nart da nar Di chrommi in neyl er a zlown logis gin scur erri gin naell Ni warris sonis na schee ne skurris a zeith za glor Gin nassith er chroymg na er chreif o wass re on wothirn wor Tre wass v’key in neell inde fa dolle dreym riss in dronig Re gai beith coyth agis cwrn di heill chwyne is toyle teynn Da essi is follew gi rath is trome mo chrye za chrow Beith no zey gin deith ymbraach tayvir gin ta mir a dow. Dwrsin.
Gormlee nee Lyne.
Ber a vanne lett di choss tokg in ness di heyve naill Is rawor churris di chree er in tee la leyvfin feynn Ro adde a teith a vanne bar a cur cree er naill nar Go kayn voyt a charre zonn na bonny di wonni re lay Na dowin gi daein in noye oich a chleyrre troye di hoisg Toygga di neyll zlowndow zall ber a wanne lat di choss M’eneyll in noyr inn ne dyn zoyn a we fa chriss Faykgir a lechta is a ert ber a wanne lat di choss Is mee gormlay chummis ryne nee lyne chroith . . . Na beith tessew er a lecht ber a wanne lett di choss. Ber.
MODERN.
Auctor hujus Gormlaidh nic Fhlainn.
Dursan ùir air uchd an Neill, dursan doimhne fhir tuaith air ’uaigh Gun tairbhe an uailse na niamh, o’s marbh rìgh tuaisgearta tuaith. Druim ri saoghal aoibhin an aigh, mar a ghonadh dha a bhi, Bhi air a shloinneadh gu léir o Chloinn Neill ta fri an tir. Dh’ fhàg mi Mac Cuilenain caomh do bha mi aig Muireagain mòr, Do b’aoibhin mo shaoghal aig Niall, geal mo niamh gun eur ag òl. Do gheibhinn fleagh agus fion, do bheireadh credh do gach cléir, Ma tha se an dail n-aoin, ciod nach bitheadh neamh aig Niall? Nocha n’fhac mi fear mar Niall, do bu gheal e ach a ghlùn, Fa maith a mhaise ’s a niamh, taise a chiabh ’us glas a shùil. Dh’ fhàs fraoch air an fhairge mhoir, tig a ghaoth ’s a neart de ’n ear, Do chrom an Niall air a ghlùn leigeas gun sgur air gun eala; Ni bheireas sonas no sìth, ni sguireas a ghaoth dhe a gloir, Gun easbhuidh air chronag no air chraoibh, o bhàs rìgh o’n mhuirn mhòr; Troimh bhàs Mhic Aoidh O’Neill an dé, fa duilich dream ris an droing, Rìgh ge b’e cuach agus cuirn, do shiol Chuinn is tuaghal teann; D’a easbhuidh is falamh gach rath, is trom mo chridhe d’a chruth, Bhi ’n a dheigh gun dìth am bràth, an t-aobhar gu tathamar dubh. Dursan.
Gormlaidh nic Fhlainn.
Beir, a mhanaich, leat do chos, tog a nis de thaobh an Nèill, Is ro mhor a chuireas do chré air an ti le ’n luidhinn féin; Ro fhada a ta a mhanaich shiar a’cur cré air Niall an àir, Gu caoin uait a chara dhuinn, na buineadh do bhuinn ri làr; Na duin gu dion an uaigh och! a chleirich truagh do thoisg, Tog de Niall ghlundubh gheal, beir, a mhanaich, leat do chos; Mac O’Neill an oir fhinn, ni de’m dheoin e bhi fo chrios, Fàgair a leachd ’us a fheart, beir a mhanaich leat do chos; Is mi Gormlaidh chumas rainn, nic Fhlainn chruaidh o Dhùn rois Na bi ad sheasamh air a leachd, beir a mhanaich, leat do chos. Beir a mhanaich.