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Agus rinne mise cleas |
I did a trick |
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Ag Tigh Mhic Ui Dhomhnaill aréir |
In O Domhnall's house last night |
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Is an tarna cleas ag teach |
And a second trick |
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An Ósta lena thaobh |
At the holstelry next door |
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An triú cleas ní bfhearr domh |
I'd prefer not to add |
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A chur le mo scéal |
The third trick to my story |
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Is gur mhinicí domh bheith ag caitheamh |
And I often spent |
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An dúthracht mhaith léi |
A good __ with her |
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A Rí na bhfeart cad do chas |
Oh God Almighty |
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Ins a' dúiche seo mé? |
What drove me to this district? |
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'S gur mó cailín deas a gheobhainn |
When it's many a fine lass |
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Im' dhúthaigín beag féin |
I'd find in my own townland |
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Gur casadh mé isteach mar a raibh searc |
I called into the house |
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Agus rún geal mo chléibh |
Of my own true love |
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Is chuir an tseanbhean amach mé |
And the old woman put me twisting rope |
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Ag casadh an tsúgáinín féir |
'Til I was outside the door |
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Chorus (after each verse): |
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Má bhíonn tú liom, bí liom |
If you'll be mine, be mine |
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A stóirín mo chroí |
Oh treasure of my heart |
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Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom |
If you'll be mine, be mine |
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Os comhair an tsaoil |
Before the whole world |
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Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom |
If you'll be mine, be mine |
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Gach orlach de do chroí |
Every inch of your heart |
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Is é mo liom go fann nach liom |
Alas that you're not |
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Dé Domhnaigh thú mar mhnaoí |
My wife this Sunday |
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Tá mo cheannsa liath le bliain |
My head is gray |
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Is ní le críonnacht é |
And it's not from old age |
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Ní bheathaíonn na briathra |
Fair words butter |
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Na bráithre pé sa domhan scéal é |
No parships anyway |
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Is táim i do dhiaidh le bliain |
I'm after you now for a year |
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Is gan fáil agam ort féin |
And it's useless |
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Is gur geall le fia mé ar sliabh |
And I'm like a deer on the moor |
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Go mbeadh gáir chon ina dhéidh |
And the hounds are yelping after me |
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Do threabfainn, d'fhuirsinn |
I'd plow, I'd toil |
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Chuirfinn síol ins a' chré |
I'd sow seed in the clay |
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'S do dhéanfainn obair shocair |
And I'd do a steady job |
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Álainn, mhín, réidh |
Beautiful, smooth and even |
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Do chuirfinn crú fén each |
I'd shoe the maddest horse |
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Is mire shiúil riamh ar féar |
Ever to walk on grass |
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Is ná héalaodh bean le fear |
And the woman still wouldn't elope |
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Ná déanfadh san féin |
With a man who'd do that |
