Go n-ithe an cat th\xfa, is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat
They scared to death they scared to look
Son they shook, 'cause there ain't no such things as halfway crooks

\xd3r\xf3, s\xe9 do bheatha 'bhaile,
\xd3r\xf3, s\xe9 do bheatha 'bhaile,
\xd3r\xf3, s\xe9 do bheatha 'bhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.

'S\xe9 do bheatha, a bhean ba l\xe9anmhar,
Do b' \xe9 \xe1r gcreach t\xfa bheith i ng\xe9ibheann,
Do dh\xfaiche bhre\xe1 i seilbh m\xe9irleach,
Is t\xfa d\xedolta leis na Gallaibh.

T\xe1 Gr\xe1inne Mhaol ag teacht thar s\xe1ile,
\xd3glaigh armtha l\xe9i mar gharda,
Gaeil iad f\xe9in is n\xed Gaill n\xe1 Sp\xe1innigh,
Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh.

A bhu\xed le R\xed na bhFeart go bhfeiceam,
Mura mbeam beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain,
Gr\xe1inne Mhaol agus m\xedle gaisc\xedoch,
Ag f\xf3gairt f\xe1in ar Ghallaibh.