Oro Se do Bheatha 'Bhaile
Se do bheatha a bhean ba leanmhar!
B'e ar gcreach tu bheith I ngeibhinn,
Do dhuiche bhrea I seilbh meirleach
'S tu diolta leis na ghallaibh
Oro, se do bheatha 'bhaile!
Oro, se do bheatha 'bhaile!
Oro, se do bheatha 'bhaile!
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh
Ta grainne mhaol ag teacht thar saile
Oglaigh armtha lei mar gharda
Gaeil iad fein 's ni gaill na spainnigh
'S cuirfid siad ruaig ar ghallaibh
A bhui le ri na bhfeart go bhfeiceam
Muna mbeam beo 'na dhiaidh ach seachtain
Grainne mhaol agus mile gaiscioch
Ag fogairt fain ar ghallaibh
Oro, se do bheatha 'bhaile!
Oro, se do bheatha 'bhaile!
Oro, se do bheatha 'bhaile!
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh
Welcome Home
Welcome home, my dear wife!
You were our ruin, caught in a trap,
Your beautiful land in the hands of thieves
And you sold out to the foreigners.
Oh, welcome home!
Oh, welcome home!
Oh, welcome home!
Now that summer's here.
The fair-haired girl is coming across the sea
With armed soldiers as her guard.
They’re Gaels themselves, not Spanish fools,
And they’ll drive the foreigners away.
If we’re alive to see the king’s reign,
If we’re alive after just a week,
The fair-haired girl and a thousand warriors
Will be calling for the foreigners.
Oh, welcome home!
Oh, welcome home!
Oh, welcome home!
Now that summer's here.