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Air feasgar meallta a measg nan adag |
One beguiling evening among the sheaves |
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Is pairt gun a bhuain, thainig tu'n rathad |
With some of the corn uncut you came by |
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Is chuir mi mo speal an sin am falach |
And I put my scythe then in hiding |
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Air eagal gun deanadh am faobhar do ghearradh |
For fear that the edge of the blade would cut you |
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Ho ro o i o ho ro eile |
Ho ro o i o ho ro eile |
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Bha ar saoghal cho cruinn ris an achadh-bhuana |
Our world was rounded like the harvest field |
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Ged bha cuid dheth abaich is cuid dheth uaine |
Though a part was ripe and a part green |
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An la ri obair 's an oidhche ri bruadar |
The day to work, and the night to dream |
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Is dh'eirich a ghealach a meadhon suaimhneis |
And the moon rose in the midst of content |
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Ho ro o i o ho ro eile |
Ho ro o i o ho ro eile |
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Dh'fhag mi beagan ri bhuain am maireach |
I left a little to cut on the morrow |
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Is choisich sinn comhla eadar na rathan |
And we walked together between the swathes |
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Thuit thu air speal bha fear eile air fhagail |
You fell on a scythe that another had left |
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Is ghearradh do chneas, is dhuilt e slanach |
And your skin was cut and refused to heal |
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Ho ro o i o ho ro eile |
Ho ro o i o ho ro eile |
