NB: I have made the translations myself, and my Irish isn't great, so any help with the translating would be appreciated.

An t-Internasionale1    le Máirtín Ó Cadhain Músgluighidh, a bhrothuine na cruinne! a dhíoghadh an ocrais, aire dhaoibh! Tá an tuigsint ina buabhall buile Saghdabh an duine chun malrait saoghail. De shaen-ré na ngreasóg déanaim casair Al na laincise, músgluighidh Sinne nach faic muid, gheobhamuid gradam An sean-reacht leagfar bun os cionn. Sí'n troid scuir í, a bhráithre, Éirighmis chun gnímh An t-Internationale Snaoidm-comhair an cine daonn, Sí'n troid scuir í, a bhráithre, Éirighmis chun gnímh An t-Internationale A bhéas mar chine daonn.	The Internationale    by Máirtín Ó Cadhain Awake, brothers of the world! Who the hunger drained, be acknowledged! Understanding is a mad bull It provokes man to a change of life The old period of superstition, I storm upon Mass of the fettered, awaken We who are worth nothing, we'll get respect The old law will be knocked upside down. _______, brothers, We'll rise into action The Internationale Sculpture-help of the human race _______, brothers We'll rise into action The Internationale Will be like the human race.
An t-Idirnáisiúnta2    le Máirtín Ó Cadhain Éirigí, a lucht ocrais, as bhur gcodladh! Éirigí, a dhaoraithe na gainne! Mar anois tá an reabhloid ag tonnadh, is tá deire le ré na cainte! Amach le bhur bpisreoga uile, A sclabhaithe, Éirigí! Éirigí! Athrom anois na seandrochidí, 's teanam i mbaol ar thoir na buaidhe! Cor: Anois a chairde, tágaigí uile Tá an cogadh deiridh ar siúil! Aontaíonn an t-Idirnáisiúnta An cine daonn go léir (Arís) Níl trust ar bith againn i dtaosaigh Na súil le slánaitheoir ó neamh 's muid ag braith ar ár lámha feinig Chun saol nua a bhaint amach! Os muid a chruthaios gach saibhreas, Os muid a throideas gach cath Aontaithe le cheile gan aon aighneas Is againn a bheas an rath (Cor)	The Internationale    by Máirtín Ó Cadhain Arise, you who hunger, from your sleep! Arise, slaves of want! Because now the revolution is surging, And the time for talk is done Out with all your superstitions, Slaves, Arise! Arise! Overthrow the abusers, And ____ in danger on the eve of victory! Chorus: Now friends, come all The final battle is going on The Internationale unites The whole human race (Again) We have no trust in premiers Nor look to saviours from heaven And we depend on our own hands To achieve a new life! For it's we who create all wealth, For it's we who fight all battles United together without argument The victory will be ours. (Chorus)

Notes:
   1. From “The Connolly Column” by Michael O'Riordan. According to O'Riordan, Ó Cadhain wrote this version of the song in the Curragh camp in July 1941 at his request.

   2. This is a later version of the song which was, according to the Scottish Workers’ Republic, “produced ex tempore by Ó Cadhain after a convivial evening in a Dublin pub”. (Special thanks to An Talla for the assistance.)