From jason carns
Thнos cois na trб domh, in ndoimhneacht na h-oнche
An saol mhor ina gcodhladh, 's mise liom fйin
Na h-йanacha mara ag scairtigh go lйanmhar
Cosъil le h-anamnacha bochta I bpйin.

Iomlбn gealaн 's iomlбn rabharta
Aoibhneas 's ciъineas, 's бilleacht sa domhain
Crуnбn na fairrige ag dul siar ar mo chluasa
Bog-cheol an uisce ag sileadh san abhainn.

Istigh ar na h-inseбin tб sean-reilig bheannaithe
An бit inar mhaireadh naoimh san aimsir fadу
Tб daoine istigh ann ag chaith seal go h-aerach
Nн shiъlfaidh siad thar fбn chladaigh nнos mу.

Bhuail uaigneas m'intнnn 's mй ag amharc ar an reilig
's mй ag meadhradh ar dhaoine istigh ann ina luн
Fir a's mnб уga, seandaoine 's pбistн
Muintir mo mhuintir 's cairde mo chroн.

Tб na coiligh ag glaoch 's na rйalta ag bбnъ
Tб an ghealach ina luн 's nн fada go lб
Slбn agat anois a shean-reilig bheannaithe
's na daoine a shiъlfadh liom sнos cois na trб.

Translation
From jason carns
Down by the beach, in the deep of night
The big world is sleeping and I am alone
The sea-birds are calling sorrowfully
Like poor souls in pain

Total purity and total abundance (? )
Bliss and calmness and beauty in the world
The murmur of the sea going into my ears
The soft song of the water flowing in the river.

Above on the headland* there is a blessed old cemetery
The place in which saints lived in times long ago
There are people within spending a while carefree
The will not walk round on the shore any more.

Loneliness strikes my spirits as I look at the cemetery
And I'm thinking about the people in there sleeping
Men and young women, old people and children
People of my people and friends of my heart.

The cocks are crowing and the stars are fading
The moon is setting and it's not long until day
Goodbye now blessed old cemetery
And to the people who walked with me down by the beach.

(above...)* a rough translation. couldn't find the word inseбin, but think it means something like this.

• An Mhaighdean Mhara
• Harvest Home
• Morning Dew
• Pretty Maid
• Thios Chois Na Tra Domh