Gabbaim molta Bríde (I praise Brighid) Ionmhain í le hÉirinn (Beloved of Ireland) Ionhain le gach tír í (Beloved of all lands) Molaímis go léir i (Let us all praise her)
Lóchrann geal na Laighneach (The bright torch of Linster) A' soilsiú feadh na tíre (Shining throughout the land) Cean ar óghaibh Éireann (The pride of all Irish women) Ceann na mban ar míne (The pride of women for gentleness)
Tig an geimhreadh dian dubh (Comes the hard dark winter) A' gearradh lena ghéire (Cutting with it's severity) Ach ar Lá 'le Bríde (But on St. Brighids Day) Gar dúinn earrach Éireann (The Irish spring is near to us)
Brighid of the sunrise Rising in the morning Rising with the springtime Greening all the land
See you in the soft cloud See you in the raindrop See you in the winds of change Blowing through the land
You the red eared white cow Nourishing the people Nourish now the hunger Souls longing in our land Bird that is unfolding Now the time's upon us Only have we eyes to see Your Epiphany
Gabbaim molta Bríde (I praise Brighid) Ionmhain í le hÉirinn (Beloved of Ireland) Ionhain le gach tír í (Beloved of all lands) Molaímis go léir i (Let us all praise her)