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Ta mo chroí-se go tláth lag |
My heart beat faintly |
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'S i lár mo chuid saothair |
And my efforts are weakened |
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Tagann lán tocht im chléibhse |
A grief too deep for words |
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Cé nár mhéin liom é rá |
Fills my breast |
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Tá an díbirt i ndán dom |
For I am to be banished |
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Ó bháin bheannaibh Éireann |
From the fair hills of Erin |
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Is fánach mo shaolsa |
Aimless my life then |
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'S is déarach mo chás |
And tragic my fate |
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Is cuimhin liom an tráth |
I recall, my soul's delight |
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Úd a ghrá ghil na n-ae istigh |
In days gone by |
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Thugas grá searc is géilleadh |
My love surrendered |
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Dod chaomh roisc thar chách |
To your bewitching gaze |
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A Rí ghil na n-árann |
Merciful God |
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Dob fhearr liom go n-éagfainn |
I would far rather perish |
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I láthair mo ghaolta |
Here with my own folk |
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Is mo bhuachaillín bán |
And my fair-haired boy |
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Tá críoch Inis Failbhe |
The fair land of Erin |
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Go lán fad' i ndaor bhroid |
Lies in bondage so brutal |
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Go cráite 's go céasta |
The sad, tormented |
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I ngéibhinn na namhad |
Prisioner of her foes |
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Nó an fíor nach foláir duit |
Is it her fate then |
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Go brách bheith go déarach |
To be forever weeping |
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A oileáinín bhig mhaorga |
That proud little isle |
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Na naomh is na mbard |
Of the saint and the bard? |
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Ó guímse go hard |
I should this my prayer |
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Ar an Ard Athair Naofa |
To great God our Father |
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Chun ár agus léir-scrios |
Let death and destruction |
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Do dhéanamh ar Sheán |
Be the fate of John |
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Do dhíbir na táinte |
Who banished so many |
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Thar sáile 'na gcéandta |
Across the great water |
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'S chuir fán orm féinig |
And parted forever |
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Óm' bhuachaillín bán |
My fair lad and me |
