Do riarfainn sceól dom chomharsa ar aon rud ar mbriathraibh beoil dob eól do chéadta

I would serve a tale to my neighbours on anything in the spoken words that many would understand

Beir beannacht óm chroí go tír na hÉireann, bánchnoic Éireann óigh’

Take a blessing from my heart to the land Ireland, the fair hills of holy Ireland

Cé tharla in ionad mé gan uireasa bídh ná óil, Gan gábha le foithin i gcuideachtain mílte slógh,

What happened instead of me being without want for food or drink, Without dangers with shelter in the company of thousands of people

Bhí fear i gCléire fadó agus is é an ainm a bhí air ná Dónall Mór.

There was a man in Cléire long ago and the name that he had on him was Great Dómhnall.

Théadh a lán daoine bochta ón ndúthaigh seo fadó go Talamh an Éisc, nuair nach bíodh aon job eile oibre acu, ná aon phá ná aon ní acu á d’fháilt. Bhídís ag gabháilt d’iascach ann.

A lot of poor people went from this district long ago to Newfoundland, when there didn’t have any other jobs for work, nor any pay or having any means to get it. They would go for fishing there.

Bhí fear den áit seo ⁊ ‘sé an ainm a bhí air ná Seán Ó Caoimh ⁊ bhí sé chun a bheith á phósadh le cailín óg - cailín deas is dócha - ⁊ fuair sí bás.

There was a man from this place and the name on him was Seán Ó Caoimh and he was to be married to a young girl - a nice girl most likely - and she died.

Ó Cheanada! Dúiche na ngaiscíoch cóir

Oh Canada! Land of the just warriors