Óró! 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile
Óró! 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile
Óró! 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh

A Shéarlais Óig, a mhic Rí Shéamais
'Sé mo mhór-chreach do thriall as Éirinn
Gan tuinnte bróig' ort, stoca nó leinidh
Ach do chascairt leis na Gallaibh

Curfá

'Sé mo léan géar nach bhfeicim
Mur mbéinn beo 'na dhiaidh ach seachtain
Séarlas Óg is míle gaiscidheach [gaiscioch]
Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh

Curfá

Tá Séarlas Óg a' traill ar sáile
Béidh siad leisean, Franncaigh is Spáinnigh
Óglaigh armtha leis mar gharda
'S bainfidh siad rinnce as éiricigh!

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Óró! You are welcome home!
Óró! You are welcome home!
Óró! You are welcome home!
Now that summer is coming


O young Charles, King James' son
Alas your distress of leaving Ireland
You have left Ireland barefoot
Routed by the foreigners


Alas that I do not see
Even if I were only to live a week thereafter
Young Charles and a thousand heroes
Routing the foreigners [the enemy]


Charles is coming over the sea
He will have a guard
French and Spanish will be with him
And they'll make the heretics dance!