Lament for a Working Man:

[Filíocht]

The father died.:


No sooner was the old man dead
did the crows gather 'round his bed;
No sooner had he shut his eyes
did those vultures revel his demise.
As soon as all the birds were fed,
the candles out, the taste of dread
was spread on wings across the skies
as his soul flew and my soul died.