Fragment of translation from
"An Bhunán Buidhe"
"Twas not for food that you were subdued
All in your bloom on a foreign shore,
But excessive drought-"druit" beyond dispute
So now you're dead and you are no more
My wife DOES think that if I should drink
Strong beer or whiskey it will me kill
But right well I know it is not so,
And for that same reason I'll drink my fill
There are silly misers and bad advisors
Who live in dullness and who cannot see
For the want of drink makes their spirits sink
So a warning take by the Bhunán Buidhe"An Dothra Bheag