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Tá bliain is níos mó agam ag éisteacht |
I am listening for more than a year |
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Le cogar doilíosach mo mheoin |
To my mind's melancholy whispering |
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Ó casadh liom gra gheal mo chléibhe |
Since I met the bright love of my heart |
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Tráthnóna beag déanach sa bhFómhar |
One evening late in autumn |
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Bhí an bhó bhainne cumhra ag géimeach |
The cow of the fragrant-smelling milk was lowing |
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Is na héanlaith go meidhreach le cheol |
And the birds were merry with song |
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Is ar bhruach an t-srutháin ar leath-thaobh díom |
And on the bank of the stream by my side |
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Bhí an cailín deas crúite na mbó |
Was the pretty milkmaid |
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Tá a súile mar lonradh na gréine |
Her eyes are like the shining sun |
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Ag scaipeadh tré spéarthaibh an cheoidh |
Dispersing the mist through the skies |
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Is is deirge a grua ná na caortha |
And her cheeks are redder than the rowan trees |
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Ar lasadh i measc craobha na gcnoc |
Alight among the branches on the hill |
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Tá a béilín níos milse ná sméartha |
Her mouth is sweeter than blackberries |
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Is is gile ná leamhnacht a snó |
And her complexion brighter than new milk |
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Níl óigbhean níos deise sa tsaol so |
There is not a lovelier young woman in the world |
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Ná an cailín deas crúite na mbó |
Than the pretty milkmaid |
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Dá bhfaighinnse árd Tiarnas na hÉireann |
If I were to receive High Lordship of Ireland |
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Éadacha, síoda is sróil |
Clothing of silk or satin |
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Dá bhfaighinnse an bhanríon is airde |
Or the highest queen that there is |
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Dá bhfuil ar an dtalamh so beo |
Alive in this world |
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Dá bhfaighinnse céad loingis mar spré dhom |
If I received a hundred ships as a dowry |
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Píoláidi, caisleáin is ór |
Palaces, castles and gold |
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Bfhearr liom bheith fán ar na sléibhte |
I would prefer to be wandering the hillsides |
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Lem chailín deas crúite na mbó |
With my pretty milkmaid |
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Muna bhfuil sé i ndán dom bheith in éineacht |
If it is not in store for me to be together |
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Leis an spéirbhean ró-dhílis úd fós |
With that too-faithful beauty as yet |
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Is daoirseach, dubhrónach mo shaolsa |
It is limited and sad my life will be |
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Gan suaimhneas, gan éifeacht, gan treo |
Without peace, without merit, without direction |
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Ní bheidh sólás im chroí ná im intinn |
There will be no consolation in my heart or my mind |
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Ná suaimhneas orm oíche ná ló |
I will have no rest by night or day |
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Nó bhfeice mé taobh liom óna muintir |
Until I see by my side from her people |
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Mo cailín deas crúite na mbó |
My pretty milkmaid |
