Buachaill
An buachaill ina sheasamh
Ar imeall na trá is na taoide
Lámh le lámh lena sheana mháthair
Cad as a dtáinig an ghrian?
Agus amhráin an faoileán ina chléibh?
Cad as a dtáining an uisce
Ag cogair gan stad ina bhéil?
Cad as a dtáining an báisteach
Cár imeoidh an scamaill ina diadh?
Ní fheadair ar fhreagair an cailleach
Tá bád ar an farraige thiar.
The boy is resolute standing
On the edge the sand and the tide
Hand in hand with his old grandmother
Where does the sun come from
With the song of the gull in her breast?
Where does the sea come from
Whispering nonstop with a salty mouth?
Where does the rain come from
And the clouds disappear after it?
I don’t know if his nanny replied
There’s a boat on the sea to the west.