Oh Donal Og, if you cross the ocean, take me with you when you are going
At fair or market, you'll be well looked after and you shall sleep with a Greek Kings daughter
Oh lad of fairness oh lad of redness, oh lad so true my mind's in sadness
When I think of another in your name calling, the top and bottom of my hair starts falling
You said you'd meet me, but you were lying, beside the sheeling when day was dying
I whistled and called you twelve times repeating but all that I heard was a young lamb's bleating
The last time I saw you was a Sunday evening, beside the altar as I was kneeling
'Twas of Christs passion that I was reading but my mind was on you and my old heart bleeding
For you took whats before me and what's behind me, took East and West and all around me
The sun, moon and stars from me you've taken, and God himself if I'm not mistaken