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Go deo deo arís ní raghad go Caiseal |
Never again will I go to Cashel |
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Ag díol ná ag reic mo shláinte |
Selling and trading my health |
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Ná ar mharagadh na saoire im shuí cois balla |
Nor to the hiring-fair, sitting by the wall |
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Im scaoinse ar leataoibh sráide |
A lounger on the roadside |
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Bodairí na tíre ag teacht ar a gcapaill |
The bucks of the country coming on their horses |
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Dá fhiafraí an bhfuilim hírálta |
Asking if I'm hired |
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"Ó téanam chun siúil tá an cúrsa fada" |
"Oh let's go, the journey is long" |
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Seo ar siúl an Spailpín Fánach |
Off goes the Spailpín Fánach |
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Im Spailpín Fánach fágadh mise |
I was left as a Spailpín Fánach |
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Ag seasadh ar mo shláinte |
Depending on my health |
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Ag siúl an drúchta go moch ar maidin |
Walking the dew early in the morning |
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'S ag bailiú galair ráithe |
Catching all the illnesses going around |
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Ní fheicfear corrán im' láimh chun bainte |
You'll not see a hook in my hand for harvesting |
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Súiste ná feac beag rainne |
A flail or a short spade |
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Ach bratacha na bhFranncach os cionn mo leapan |
But the flag of France over my bed |
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Is píce agam chun sáite |
And the pike for stabbing |
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Mó chúig céad slán chun dúiche m'athar |
Five hundred farewells to the land of my father |
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'Gus chun an oileáin ghrámhair |
And to the dear island |
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Is chun buachaill na Cúlach os díobh nár mhiste |
And to the boys of Cualach because they never |
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In aimsir chasta an ghárda |
Feared in the troubled times on defense |
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Ach anois ó táimse im chadhan bhocht dhealbh |
But now that I am poor, miserable and alone |
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Imeasc na ndúichí fáin seo |
In these foreign lands |
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'Sé mo chumha croí mar fuair mé an ghairm |
I'm heart-broken because I got the call |
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Bheith riamh im Spailpín Fánach |
To be a Spailpín Fánach |
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Is ró-bhreá is cuimhin liom mo dhaoine bheith sealad |
I well remember my people were at one time |
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Thiar ag droichead Gháile |
Over at the bridge at Gáil |
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Fé bhuaí, fé chaoraí, fé laoi bheaga gheala |
With cattle, with sheep, with little white calves |
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Agus capaill ann le h-áireamh |
And plenty of horses |
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Acht b'é toil Chríost é gur cuireadh sinn asta |
But it was the will of God that we were evicted |
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'S go ndeaghamhar i leath ár sláinte |
And we were left with only our health |
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'S gurbh é bhris mo chroí i ngach tír dá rachainn |
And what broke my heart everywhere I went |
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"Call here, you Spailpín Fánach" |
"Call here, you Spailpín Fánach" |
