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'S é'n trua ghéar nach mise, nach mise |
It's a great pity that I'm not, that I'm not |
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'S é'n trua ghéar nach mise bean Pháidín |
It's a great pity that I'm not the wife of Páidín |
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'S é'n trua ghéar nach mise, nach mise |
It's a great pity that I'm not, that I'm not |
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'S an bhean atá aige bheith caillte |
And the woman that he has to be dead |
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Rachainn go Gallaí' go Gallaí' |
I would go to Galway, to Galway |
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Is rachainn go Gallaí' le Pháidín |
And I would go to Galway with Páidín |
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Rachainn go Gallaí' go Gallaí' |
I would go to Galway, to Galway |
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Is thiocfainn abhaile sa mbád leis |
And I would return in the boat with him |
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Rachainn go haonach an Chlocháin |
I would go __ to an Clochán |
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Is siar go Béal Á' na Báighe |
And west by Béal Á' na Báighe |
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Bhreathnóinn isteach tríd an bhfuinneog |
I would look in through the windows |
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A' súil is go bhfeicfinn bean Pháidín |
__ I would spot Páidín's wife |
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Go mbristear do chosa, do chosa |
May your legs be broken, be broken |
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Go mbristear do chosa 'bean Pháidín |
May your legs be broken, Páidín's wife |
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Go mbristear do chosa, do chosa |
May your legs be broken, be broken |
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Go mbristear do chosa 's do chnámha |
May your legs and your bones be broken |
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Ar mo ghabáil dom siar chun Droichead Uí Mhórdha |
As I set out to old Dromore |
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Píce i m' dhóid is mé ag dul i meitheal |
With pike in hand to join a meitheal |
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Cé chasfaí orm i gcumar ceoidh |
Who should I meet but a tan puck goat |
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Ach pocán crón is é ar buile |
And he roaring mad in ferocious mettle |
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Curfá 2: |
Chorus 2: |
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Alliliú puilliliu |
Alliliú puilliliu |
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Alliliú tá an poc ar buile |
Alliliú tá an poc ar buile |
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Alliliú puilliliu |
Alliliú puilliliu |
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Alliliú tá an poc ar buile |
Alliliú tá an poc ar buile |
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Ritheamar trasna trí ruilleogach |
He chased me over bush and weed |
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Is ghluais an comhrac ar fud na muinge |
And through the bog the run proceeded |
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Is treascairt dá bhfuair sé sna turtóga |
'Til he caught his horns in a clump of gorse |
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Is chuas ina ainneoin ar a dhroim le fuinneamh |
And on his back I jumped unheeded |
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Bhí garda mór i mBaile an Róistigh |
When the sergeant stood in Rochestown |
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Is bhailigh fórsaí chun sinn a chlipeadh |
With a force of guards to apprehend us |
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Bhuail sé rop dá adhairc sa tóin air |
The goat, he tore his trousers down |
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Is dá bhríste nua do dhein sé giobail |
And made rags of his breeches and new suspenders |
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