Óró Mo Bháidín

I’ll hoist the sails and head back
Oh my little boat, oh
And by the Feast of John, I won’t come back soon
Oh my little boat

Oh my little boat, oh
Oh my little boat
Oh my little boat, oh
Oh my little boat

Isn’t my boat lovely, sailing on the bay?
Oh my little boat, oh
And the fishermen pulling in strong and steady
Oh my little boat

Isn’t it swift, moving east and west?
Oh my little boat, oh
And you won’t find a better one from Aran to Clare
Oh my little boat