Ah! Sliabh Geal Gcua of the festivals,
'tis a-far o'er the sea I be
Sittin' sad and alone by the harbour wall,
deserted - dismal I be
'Tween me and my native homeland.
the yellow stream by my side
Oh! Sliabh Geal Gcua of the festivals.
is not my tale very sad?
Ah! If but I were with my kinsfolk,
born of a gentle line
When the healing rays of the sun
brightly fall from a cloudless sky
Or me beneath a star-lit sky
with the dew on the land nearby
Oh! Sliabh Geal Gcua, O what charity
if only it could be.
It's my fate that I'd no learnin'
in the beautiful Gaelic tongue
For to sing fine songs to ease my grief
the ocean wide I'd cross
And Sliabh Geal Gcua I'd see again
in all your splendour true.
Oh Deisy, dear, my darling are
with your hills and plains and glens
To swim the mighty ocean
too weak I be, too feared beside
With the help of God I'll call on all my strength
to reach my Ireland shore
And be safe in the hills of the festivals.
the love of my heart.