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Cad a dhéanfaimid feasta gan adhmad? |
What shall we do without timber? |
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Tá deireadh na gcoillte ar lár |
The woods have all been cut down |
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Níl trácht ar Chill Chais ná a teaghlach |
There's no mention of Cill Chais or its people |
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'S ní chluinfear a cling go brách |
The peal of bells is no more |
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An áit úd 'na gcónaíodh an dei-bhean |
The place where the lady resided |
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Fuair gradam is meidhir thar mnáibh |
Who was held in esteem above all |
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Bhíodh iarlaí ag tarraingt thar toinn ann |
Where earls and nobility frequented |
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'S an t-Aifreann binn dá rá |
And the sonorous Mass was heard |
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Ní chluinim fuaim lachan ná gé ann |
Geese and ducks can no longer be heard |
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Ná iolar ag éamh cois cuain |
Nor the eagle cry in the bay |
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Ná fiú na mbeacha chun saothair |
Nor the hum of the bees as they labor |
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Thabharfadh mil agus céir don tslua |
Storing honey and wax for all |
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Níl ceol binn milis na n-éan ann |
We miss the sweet tones of birdsong |
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Le hamharc an lae dul uainn |
As the day fades in the west |
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Ná an chuaichín i mbarra na gcraobh ann |
Or the call of the cuckoo each evening |
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Ó's í chuirfeadh an saol chun suain |
Calling the people to rest |
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Tá ceo ag titim ar chraobh ann |
A dark cloud envelopes the country |
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Ná glanann le greín ná lá |
And no longer the sun shines bright |
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Tá smúit ag titim ón spéir ann |
Darkness descends from the sky there |
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'S a cuid uisce go léir ag trá |
And even the rivers run dry |
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Níl coll, níl cuileann, níl caor ann |
There's no ivy, holly or berries |
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Ach clocha 'gus maolchlochán |
But rocks and barren waste |
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Páirc na foraoise gan chraobh ann |
Not a tree is left for shelter |
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Is d'imigh an géim chun fáin |
And the game has all strayed away |
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Anois mar bharr ar gach míghreann |
And now to crown our misfortune |
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Chuaigh prionsa na nGael thar sáil |
The prince of the Gael has fled |
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Anonn le hainnir na míne |
He has left with the noble lady |
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'Fuair gradam sa Fhrainc 's sa Spáinn |
And is welcomed in France and Spain |
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Anois tá a chuallacht dá caoineadh |
The people are brokenhearted |
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D'fhaigheadh airgead buí agus bán |
They have lost her support when in need |
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'S í nach dtógfadh seilbh na ndaoine |
She was ever so kind to her people |
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'S í cara na bhfíorbhochtán |
And always gave alms to the poor |
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Aicim ar Mhuire 's ar Íosa |
I implore Jesus and Mary |
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Go dtaga sí arís chughainn slán |
That she will one day return |
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Go mbeidh rincí fada 'gabháil timpeall |
To her people who will be rejoicing |
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Ceol fidil 's tinte cnámh |
With bonfires and fiddles and song |
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Go dtógfar an baile seo ár sinsear |
That this great home of our ancestors |
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Cill Chais bhreá, arís go hard |
The beautiful Cill Chais be restored |
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Is go brách nó go dtiocfaidh and díle |
And until the Day of Judgement |
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Ná feicfear é arís ar lár |
Will it never again lay low |
