A Lament For Fair-Haired Donough That Was Hanged In Galway

O Michael Malley, may your sons never be in one another's company;

May your daughters never ask a marriage portion of you;

The two ends of the table are empty, the house is filled,

And fair-haired Donough, my brother, is stretched out.

There is a marriage portion coming home for Donough,

But it is not cattle or sheep or horses;

But tobacco and pipes and white candles,

And it will not be begrudged to them that will use it.