Tháinig fáinleog, fán bhFéinn
Is rug an fáinne, fán loch.
D'imthigh an fáinne, ó shin anuas,
Gan a thuairisc anocht.
Éan ruadh na sciathán riabhach
Is éan beag eile thuas 'na bhéal
Ag gabháil mágcuaird ós ár gcionn
Ag seinm na bhfoinn san aer,
San aer...
A swallow came by a wandering Fiann
That held a ring, wandering a lake.
In went the ring, and ever since it dropped,
There's been no sound tonight.
A red bird of brindled wing,
Higher than other birds with his voice,
Going all around our heads,
Playing his melody in the air,
In the air...