Ás toaqing thíngois lwúwajhwayoâkhwen!
Ás tneîfha fhyiêr toaqing xhthòntarn Xhèmexha
Xhnoike tlhijhwayùmpul toaqing lrènetha qhàloqho!
Xhnoet áss soijhkhànunu khleit koaqing tnèxenar *Jàqwo xhnoe khetyaxhmiteyùngpu khrin!
Khliên thèna’ Eireyepwo.
Xìrathakh Qíperakhùlkha xhmir Khlìjha pei Puiyeyètwur.
May it be that the paths rise upwards so as to meet you!
May it be that the winds are eternally at thy back!
May it be that the Sun shine, warm, upon they face
And raindrops fall, soft, upon they fields!
And may it be that God hold thee in His palm until we meet each other again.
Old verses from Eire
Translated from Gibberish into Babel by Puey.