My hands were soft with ease,
  Long were the Autumn hours;
I left the ripened sheaves
  For poppy-flowers.

But lo! now Winter glooms,
  And gray is in my hair,
Whither has flown the world
  I found so fair?

My patient God, forgive!
  Praying Thy pardon sweet
I lay a lonely heart
  Before Thy feet.

  In Tir-na'n-Og,
  In Tir-na'n-Og,
Summer and spring go hand in hand, and in the radiant weather
Brown autumn leaves and winter snow come floating down together.

  In Tir-na'n-Og,
  In Tir-na'n-Og,
The sagans sway this way and that, the twisted fern uncloses,
The quicken-berry hides its red above the tender roses.