Las bellas
colinas de
Irlanda

A plenteous place is Ireland for hospitalable cheer
Uileacan dubh O
Where the woholesome fruit is bursting from the yellow barley ear,
Uileacan dubh O!
There is honey in the trees where her misty vales expand,
And her forest paths, in summer, are by falling waters fann'd,
There is dew at high noontide there, and springs it'the yellow sand,
On the fair hills of holy Ireland.
Curl'd he is and ringletted, and plaited to the knee
Uileacan dubh O!
Each captain who comes sailing across the Irish sea,
Uileacan dubh O!
And I will make my journey, if life and health but stand,
Unto the that pleasant country that fresh and frangant strand.
And leave boasted braveries, your wealth and high command,
For the fair hills or holy Ireland....
Uileacan dubh O!

Samuel Ferguson
(Fragmento de una antigua canción irlandesa)