The Wounded Hero/ Iníon Deichtine
Walk on down the alley, boy, and cry;
Walk on down the alley, boy, and cry;
Drag your hurley along the ground,
When you’re down, you’re down;
Walk on down the alley, boy, and cry;
Cry, cry, cry.
The oceans are made from the people’s tears;
The oceans are made from the people’s tears;
Lash the stars across the sky,
A stick in your hand
And a tear in your eye;
Walk on down the alley, boy, and cry.
Cry, cry, cry.
Stand up straight and count your lucky stars;
Stand up tall and count your lucky stars;
Never lie down; never walk away;
Never look back no matter what they say.
Stand up tall and count your lucky stars.
Try, try, try.
This is what it’s like to be alive;
This is what it’s like to be alive;
Lash the stars across the sky,
A stick in your hand
And a tear in your eye.
Walk on down the alley, boy, and cry.
Cry, cry, cry.
Ar Bhóthar an Chaisleáin Nua,
tá cailín fionn ag siúl i dtreo an bhaile,
maide fuinseoige ag sileadh óna láimh
chomh héasca leis an loca
a rinceann ar chlár a héadain.
Tá mant, mar is cóir, san adhmad críonna,
is marc dá réir ar ghrua na mná,
faghairt na himeartha ina súil,
is a cromán chomh casta sa tsiúl
le bais an chamáin
a d’fhás gan choinne ina glaic.
Doirtfear fuil ach a dtiocfaidh sí
chomh fada le cóisir Chulainn.
Your day will come;
Your light will shine;
Lash the stars across the sky,
A stick in your hand
And a tear in your eye.
Walk on down the alley, boy, and cry.
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.