The Jealous Woman (A’ Bhean Iadach)

O woman there, beside the shore
Reach out your hand
To see if I am still able
To swim a stroke

Have you no pity for a woman drowning?
Or none at all, care little for her?

In your place, tonight I will be
In your blankets, soft and snow white

And bid farewell to my three children
One a year old, and two the other
And the third still being suckled
And the third was being suckled

And bid farewell to my three brothers
They'll be through here tomorrow morn
And they will find me lying drowned
My brown curls in the salt sеa
My breast milk amongst the weeds