Exile of the Sons of Uisliu
A wave the sound
Of Noisiu's voice
His singing was ever sweet
Noisiu's grave has now been made
And the accompaniment
Was mournful
For him I poured out
Hero of heroes
The deadly drink that killed him
Dear his short shining hair
A handsome man
Very beautiful
Dear the gray eyes
That women loved
Fierce they were foes
Dear the gray eyes
A wave the sound
Of Noisiu's voice
His singing was ever sweet
Noisiu's grave has now been made
And the accompaniment
Was mournful