Maol donn, the brown round thing.
Cha bu shealbhach dhomh d’fhaotainn
’S e mo ghaol am maol donn
I wouldn’t be fortunate finding you
My love is the brown brow
Gad shireadh ’s gad d’fhaotainn
’S gad shlaodadh à poll.
Searching for you and finding you
And dragging you out of the mire