Irish Verse 1 Nó an é sin an maicín a h-oileadh in ucht Mháire? Óchón agus óchón-ó An é sin an maicín a d'iompar mé trí raithe? Óchón agus óchón-ó
Verse 2 Nó an é sin an maicín a rugadh insan stábla? Óchón agus óchón-ó A mhicín a mhúirneach, tá do shrón 's do bhéailín gearrtha Óchón agus óchón-ó
Verse 3 Cuireadh táirní maola trína cosa is trína lámha Óchón agus óchón-ó Cuireadh an tsleá trína bhrollach álainn Óchón agus óchón-ó English Translation Verse 1 Is that the son nourished at Mary's breast "Alas and woe to me" Or is that the son I carried three terms "Alas and woe to me"
Verse 2 Or is that the son born in the stable "Alas and woe to me" My son my darling your nose and mouth are cut "Alas and woe to me"
Verse 3 Blunt nails were driven through his feet and hands "Alas and woe to me" The spear was put through his beautiful chest "Alas and woe to me"