Craicann searrach agus or

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill

Se suid an sgeul na Ath-mhor

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill

'S iomadh Ia. 's loniadh Ia, chaidh sinn suas ga h-iarraidh

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill

Le crap spaid is puchaid iarainn

Tha na gillean ruith gun sguir

Thal! aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill

Ginealachan. ginealachan. sniomh ma mo shuilean

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill

Sibhse a sheas aig ceann a bhathalch

Thall aig an sablial, an sabhal aig Neill

Tha sibh air nVinntinn gach Ia

Innse sinn an sgeul dh*an chlann

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill

An aite seileach bar a bheann

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill

'S lomadh Ia, 's lomadh Ia. 'bhitheas e air n*intinn

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill

An sgeul a rnhaireas ri gu sioraidli

Horo eiribli o

Horo ro bho. ro ho-ro

--oOo--

The skin of a foal, and gold

Over by the barn. Neil's barn

That is the Ahmore story

Over by the barn. Neil's barn

Many's a day we went up to search for it

Over by the barn. Neil's barn

With a broken spade and an iron bucket

The boys are running without stopping

Over by the barn. Neil's barn

The generations weaving away in front of my eyes

Over by the barn, Neil's barn

But those that used to stand at the corner of the byre

Over by the barn, Neil's barn

They are on my mind each day

We will tell the story to the children

Over by the barn, Neil's barn

The place of willows on top of the hill

Over by the barn, Neil's barn

Many's a day it will be on their minds

Over by the barn, Neil's barn

The story that will go on forever

Horo boys o

Horo ro bho, ro ho-ro