Chorus: 'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear 'Sé mo Chaesar Gile Mear Suan ná sé an ní bhfuaireas féin Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear
Grief and pain are all I know My heart is sore My tears a'flow We saw him go .... No word we know of him... Chorus
A proud and gallant cavalier A high man's scion of gentle mien A fiery blade engaged to reap He'd break the bravest in the field Chorus
Come sing his praise as sweet harps play And proudly toast his noble frame With spirit and with mind aflame So wish him strength and length of day Chorus