Irish

Nach ait an nós so ag mórchuid d’fhearaibh Éireann,
D’at go nó le mórtus maingléiseach,
Giobh tais a dtreoir ar chóbaibh gallachléire,
Ní chanaid glór acht gósta garbhbhéarla.

Mairg atá gan béarla binn
Ar dteacht an iarla go hÉirinn;
Ar feadh mo shaoghail ar chlár Chuinn
dán ar béarla dobhéaruinn.

English

How queer this mode assumed by many men of Erin,
With haughty, upstart ostentation lately swollen,
Though codes of foreign clerks they fondly strive to master,
They utter nothing but a ghost of strident English.

Woe to him who cannot simper English,
Since the Earl hath come across to Erin;
So long my life upon Conn’s plain continues,
I’d barter all my poetry for English.