Cred dy jinnagh yn slouree as y drolloo
Troggal seose ayns caggey cheoie;
Maidjey’n phot, as ny jystyn ooilley,
Ooilley felyral nol-ry-hoi ?

Maidjey’n phot as ny vuirdyn klarklagh,
Cressad, goggan, jyst as claare,
Ooilley caggey, scryssey dy, sonnaasagh,
Tra vecagh oo cleddit er y laare.

Cred dy jinnagh yn Tarroo-ushtey spottagh,
As yn Ghlashtin oo y ghoalll,
As yn Fenoderee yn glionney, sprangagh,
Cloolesagh y yannoo jeed nol’n voal ?

Finn McCoole, as ooilley e heshaght,
Ferrish ny glionney, as y Vuggane,
Dy lymsagh ad cooidjagh mysh dty lhiabbee,
Eisht role ad lesh oo ayns suggane.

(And now in English:)

What if the chimney-hook and the pot-hook
Should rise up in mad war;
The pot-stick and all the dishes,
All sounding against each other?

The pot stick and the round tables,
Crucible, noggin, dish and bowl,
All fighting, scratching riotously,
When thou wouldst be felled opon the floor.

What if the spotted Water-bull,
And the Glastin would take thee,
And the Fenoderee of the glen, waddling,
To make of thee a bolster against the wall?

Finn McCoole and all his company,
The Fairy of the glen, and the Buggane,
If they would gather together about thy bed,
They would then run off with thee in a straw rope.