Craiceann searrach agus òr
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill
’S e siud an sgeul na Àth-mhòr
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill
’S iomadh Ià, ’s iomadh Ià, chaidh sinn suas ga h-iarraidh
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill
Le crap spaid is pucaid iarainn

Tha na gillean ruith gun sguir
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill
Ginealachan, ginealachan, snìomh mu mo shùilean
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill
Sibhs’ a sheas aig ceann a’ bhàthaich
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill
Tha sibh air m’ inntinn gach Ià

O, innsidh sinn an sgeul dhan chlann
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill
An àite seileach bàrr a’ bheann
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill
’S iomadh Ià, ’s iomadh Ià, bhitheas e air n-inntinn
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill
An sgeul a mhaireas ri gu sìorraidh

Horo fhearaibh o
Horo ro bho, ro ho-ro
--oOo--

The skin of a foal, and gold
Over by the barn. Neil's barn
That is the Ahmore story
Over by the barn. Neil's barn
Many's a day we went up to search for it
Over by the barn. Neil's barn
With a broken spade and an iron bucket

The boys are running without stopping
Over by the barn. Neil's barn
The generations weaving away in front of my eyes
Over by the barn, Neil's barn
But those that used to stand at the corner of the byre
Over by the barn, Neil's barn
They are on my mind each day

We will tell the story to the children
Over by the barn, Neil's barn
The place of willows on top of the hill
Over by the barn, Neil's barn
Many's a day it will be on their minds
Over by the barn, Neil's barn
The story that will go on forever
Horo boys o
Horo ro bho, ro ho-ro