Yámá, Dia an Bháis

	Yámá, Dia an Bháis Yámá, Chonac do ghadhar ceathairshúileach Is níor scanraíodh mé Chaitheas cnámh chuige Chonac tú féin ansin Ar muin buabhaill uisce Lúb rópa i do lámh chlé Chun an t-anam a stracadh as mo chorp – Ach nílimse marbh Imigh leat anois Is aimsigh corpán ceart duit féin Istigh i nDáil Éireann!
Yama, God of Death Yama, I saw your four-eyed dog And was not afraid I threw him a bone Then I saw yourself Riding a water buffalo A loop of rope in your left hand To tear the soul out of my body – But I’m not dead Off you go now And find a real corpse for yourself Inside in Dáil Éireann!