Oro Se do Bheatha 'Bhaile

Welcome home, my dear wife!
You were our ruin, caught in a trap,
Your beautiful land in the hands of thieves
And you sold out to the foreigners.

Oh, welcome home!
Oh, welcome home!
Oh, welcome home!
Now that summer's here.

The fair-haired girl is coming across the sea
With armed soldiers as her guard.
They’re Gaels themselves, not Spanish fools,
And they’ll drive the foreigners away.

If we’re alive to see the king’s reign,
If we’re alive after just a week,
The fair-haired girl and a thousand warriors
Will be calling for the foreigners.

Oh, welcome home!
Oh, welcome home!
Oh, welcome home!
Now that summer's here.