- Failte dar n-Ailín rígh na Raghnallach
ad chím gur faghlamach a ghlain fhein ghormlannach
e nach obadh sa fhein FhionnGhalla céim nach iomrallach san
chogadh chomhlannach cuirfed anegar rann go robhladhach
sgo morrdhalac gan cham don Dregan Domnallach.- Nior bferr mur chenn fedhna an Flath Osgar
no ar mhemna ar sgathgasgan re tenn109; nach tugasdh
iomchruidh sgiath re chach san chathchosgar
ar ttriath da nathbrosdadh ar ath ga nuchmosgladh
sdo niodh ar léirg chúain san chith feasgar
frithfhreasdal ar a féirg do sduaigh gan sruth
fhosgadh ge magh lán a long gan lathbhasgad
re athasgnamh na tton go tragh gan tothosnadh
Niall mc Domhnuill Mic Muiredhaigh cecinit110
The Divills was brawling when / Burnet Dessended / Transported with joy they left / of contening / But o my Dr Saram / how goes things above / Doth George hate the Toryes and Whiggks only love with a fa la a / Were your highness impropriated / in person to reign / You coud not more bravely our party / maintain / But how doth good Robert? / O perfectly well / A [...] whigg / you had nere in hell wt. a fa la & / Hugh Peter is making / a Sneaker within / for Luther, Buchannan, Jo. Knox, and Calvin / bur ore ye have tipled a brass of punch bowls / yile swear you never / Drank wt. Dishonester souls, with a fa / This night wile caruse / putt ane end to all pain / goe Cromwell you dog / King William unchaine / and tell him at length / yt. Sarams come down / who just left his Mitre / as he left his Crown, with a fa la la / They lived as they dyed / in our Service all spent / they only come hear / who never repents. Lett the heralds aloud, our victory tell / lett George live for ever amen cryed all hell.