IN FOCLÓIR GAEILGE—BÉARLA
Ba dhóbair go ndoirtfinn é, nár dhoirt mé é, I nearly spilled it.
Dhoirt sé an díle, the rain fell in torrents.
Dhoirt sé a chuid fola ar ár son, he shed his blood for us.
Dhoirt an dath, an gorm, sa níochán, the colour, the blue, ran in the washing.
Dhoirt sé a ghrá orthu, he poured out his love on them.
Dhoirt sé a neart, he poured out, exhausted, his strength.
Dhoirt anró agus eagla orthu, hardship and fear descended on them.
Dhoirt siad orainn, they swooped upon us.
Dhoirt siad iad féin ar Dhia, they poured out their love to God.