An Toileán Úr [English translation]

I thought it [over] in my mind and followed it with certainty

That I'd leave my people behind for a new land,

I was imploring the High King above my head [in heaven]

To keep me (safe) from all disaster until I finished my journey

I walked twenty miles without meeting another Christian

horse, cow nor sheep grazing on the grass,

but [only] thick woods, glens and the roaring of wild beasts

men and women without strength, that you could wrap around your finger,

but I happened upon a house when I met with [some] people

They inquired as to my name and what land I was raised in,

I told them in English that I was raised in Ireland,

Besides Loch Eirne in Lios na Roach woods.

There was a old woman in the nook with stockings on her knees [knitting]

She arose joyfully and shook my hand,

"Upon my soul seven times, a man from my [own] country, of all people!

I myself was raised in Ireland in the town of Lios Beal Ainetha"

I had second thoughts and followed them with certainty

That I'd return again to Ireland to the place I'd be buried [lit, laid out on a table, for his wake]

For [there] I would find those who would mourn me and the young folk who are kind and pleasant

who would spend with me the night and a good part of the day.

• Artist:Clannad