Mo Ghile Mear (from Long Black Veil) (with Sting)

'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
 'Sé mo Shéasar, gile mear
 Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé féin
 Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear
 'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
 'Sé mo Shéasar, gile mear
 Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé féin
 Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear
 Grief and pain are all I know
 My heart is sore
 My tears a'flow
 No word we know of him...
 'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
 'Sé mo Shéasar, gile mear
 Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé féin
 Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear
 A proud and gallant cavalier
 A high man's 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 Shéasar, gile mear
 Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé 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 day
 'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear
 'Sé mo Shéasar, gile mear
 Suan gan séan ní bhfuair mé féin
 Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear