Fionn, oh, Fionn where have you been?
For I fear that I know the truth
You ran away when you swore that you'd stay
And now trouble has followed you
I can see the sweat drip from off of your brow
I see guilt in your eyes from the peril you've brought to our home
Fionn, my dear I fear he grows near
I can hear him approaching fast
I think that I might just have a plan
That could make all this danger pass
Crawl in the crib of our unborn son
Put his bonnet on and don't utter a word or we're dead