Tá Clog an Túir
Ag bualadh a hAon
Cé chuige nó cén treo
Gur féidir liom dul?
Deir an Leabhar Naofa
"Súil ar son súile"
Mharaigh mé duine
Anois gheobhaidh mé bás.
Build my gallows high
Dig my grave down deep
Perhaps when it′s over
I'll be able to sleep
The clock in the tower
Is now striking three
I hope there is someone
A praying for me
I sit in the jailhouse
Awaiting the dawn
A road will be waiting
A life will be gone
The clock in the tower
Is now striking five
In just a few moments
The guards will arrive
This sad world I'm leaving
And as I depart
The clock in the tower
Will stop with my heart
