1.

Céad slán ag sléibhte maorga
Chondae Dhún na nGall
Agus dhá chéad slán ag an Earagal árd
Ina stua os cionn caor 's call
Nuair a ghluais mise thart le loch Dhún Lúich
Go ciún 'sa ghleann ina luí
I mo dhiaidh bhí Gleanntáin Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair
Is beag nár bhris mo chroí.

2.
Konkani verse

3.
Ag taisteal domh amach fríd chnoic Ghleann Domhain
'S an Mhucais ar mo chúl
Ní miste domh 'ra le brón 's le crá
Gur fhreasach a shil mise súil
Go 'Meiriceá siar, a bhí mo thriall
I bhfad thar an fharraige mhór
D'fhag mé slán ar feadh seal ag Dún na nGall
'S ag Gleanntáin Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair


4.
Níorbh é mo mhiansa imeacht ariamh
Ó m' thír bheag dhílis féin
Ach trom lámh Gall, le cluain
'S le feall, a thiomáin mé i gnéill
B'é rún mo chroí-se pilleadh arís
Nuair a dhéanfainn beagán stór
'S deireadh mo shaoil a chaitheamh lem ghaoil
Fá Ghleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair.


5.
Slán go fóill a Dhún na nGall
A chondae shéimh gan smál
'S dod gheara breá in am an ghá
Nár umhlaigh riamh roimh Ghall
Tá áit i mo chroí do gach fear 's gach mnaoi
'S gach páiste beag agus mór
Áta beo go buan, gan bhuairt, gan ghruaim
Fá Ghleanntáin Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair


English translation:
1.
Farewell to stately mountains of dear old Donegal
And twice farewell to Errigal hill, as it towers o'er ash tree and rowen
As I passed through the glen by Dunlewey Lake, with waters so peaceful and calm
With an ache in my heart I was forced to depart
From Gleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair

2.
As I journeyed on through Glendowan's hills with Muckish to the rear
With a heart full of pain I felt no shame, twas there that I shed bitter tears
I was bound for the shores of America, far across the wild raging foam
I bade farewell for a spell to Donegal
And Gleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair

3.
'Twas never my play to travel afar, from my own beloved lame
But the intrigue and the guile, of the tyrant's hand forced me to leave my home
'Twas the wish of my heart to return again, if I could get money in store
And my days there to end among the relations and friends
Around the Gleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair

4.
Farewell to Donegal, that county sweet and fair
And to her brave men when the enemy came, never cowered or bowed to the Gall
I hold in esteem all those women and men, and all children big and small
That dwell there in peace without worry or grief
In Gleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair