Second stanza:
Earnaid shith, earnaid shith,
Fairy Wort, Fairy Wort,
Mo niarach an neach dh' am bi,
My envy the person who has you,
Ni bheil ni mu iadhadh grein,
There is nothing bound by the sun,
Nach bheil di-se le buaidh reidh.
But it is to her a sure victory.
Carmicheal's translation follows:
Fairy wort, fairy wort,
I envy the one who has thee,
There is nothing the sun encircles,
But is to her a sure victory.

