Hoireann O
Jörgen Elofsson
Early I arose
I went out by the glen of branches
I came back by the glen of the flocks
I found the brown-haired girl still in bed
I folded her in my own plaid
And vowed that she need fear no harm
That I would give her to her own mother
How distressed I was, my love
But if I come back from Ireland
What presents you will get.
'S moch an diugh a rinn mi eirigh
Ghabh mi mach ri gleann na geigeadh
Thaining mi steach gleann na spreidheadh
Fhuair mi ghruagach dhonn gun eirigh
Lub mi 'na mo bhreacan fhein i
's thug mi boid nach b'eagal beud dhi
Gun tugainn dha mathair fhein i
'S mise ghaoil a bha 'nam eiginn
Ach ma thilleas mis' as Eirinn
'S tusa ghaoil a gheibh am preusant