Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
'Sé mo Chaesar, ghile mear
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear

Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
'Sé mo Chaesar, ghile mear
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear

Grief and pain are all I know
My heart is sore, my tears aflow
We saw him go, an buachaill beo
No word we know of him, ochon

Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
'Sé mo Chaesar, ghile mear
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear

A proud and gallant chevalier
A high-born scion of gentle mien
A fiery blade engaged to reap
He'd break the bravest in the field

Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
'Sé mo Chaesar, ghile mear
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear
Come sing his praise as sweet harps play
And proudly toast his noble frame
With spirit and with mind aflame
So wish him strength and length of days

Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
'Sé mo Chaesar, ghile mear
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear