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Tiocfaidh an samhradh |
Summer will come |
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Agus fásfaidh an féar |
Grass will grow |
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Tiocfaidh an duilliúr ghlas |
Green leaves will sprout |
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Ar bharr na gcraobh |
On the treetops |
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Tiocfaidh mo rúinsearc |
My true love will come |
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Le bánú an lae |
At the break of day |
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Agus buailfidh sí túin suas |
And strike up a tune |
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Le cumha 'mo dhiaidh |
Out of lonliness for me |
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Scairt mé aréir |
I called last night |
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Ag an doras thall |
At the house yonder |
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Scairt mé aríst |
I called again |
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An raibh mo rún le fáil |
To see if my true love was there |
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Dúirt a daidí liom |
Her father said |
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Nach raibh sí ann |
She wasn't around |
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Nó gur éaluigh sí aréir |
That she eloped last night |
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Leis an buachaill donn |
With the brown-haired boy |
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Brón ar an fharraige |
A curse on the sea |
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Mar is sí atá mór |
Because it's so vast |
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'Sí atá ag dul idir mé |
It goes between me |
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Is mo mhíle stór |
And the one that I love |
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Siúlfaidh mé na bailte seo |
I'll walk these towns |
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Agus siúlfaidh mé na róid |
And tramp the road |
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Agus dheamhan bean a phósfas mé |
And no woman will I marry |
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No go dtéim faoi fhód |
'Til I lie in my grave |
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Tiocfaidh an samhradh |
Summer will come |
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Agus fásfaidh an féar |
Grass will grow |
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Tiocfaidh an duilliúr ghlas |
Green leaves will sprout |
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Ar bharr na gcraobh |
On the treetops |
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Tiocfaidh mo rúinsearc |
My true love will come |
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Le bánú an lae |
At the break of day |
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Agus buailfidh sí túin suas |
And strike up a tune |
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Le cumha 'mo dhiaidh |
Out of lonliness for me |
