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Is oth liom féinig bualadh an lé úd |
I lament for the defeat of that day |
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Do dhul ar Ghaeil bhochta is na céadta slad |
On the poor Irish with hundreds slaughtered |
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Mar tá na méirligh ag déanamh game dinn |
For the villains all making game of us |
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Á rá nach aon ní leo pike nó sleá |
Saying they don't mind pikes or spades |
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Níor tháinig ár major i dtús an lae chugainn |
Our major never came to us at dawn |
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Is ní rabhamar féin ann i gcóir ná i gceart |
So we were not properly ready or prepared |
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Ach mar sheolfaí aoireacht bó gan aoire |
But like a herd of cattle with no herdsman |
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Ar thaoth na gréine de Shliabh na mBan |
On the sunny side of Slievenamon |
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Mo léan léir ar an dream gan éifeacht |
My complete sorrow for that crowd with no wisdom |
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Nár fhan le héirim is d'oíche stad |
Who didn't wait for the horsemen and the night's end |
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Go mhéadh dúiche Déiseach is Iarthar Éireann |
So the hosts of South Munster and West Ireland |
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Ag triall le chéile ón tír aneas |
Could gather together from the southern lands |
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Bhéadh ár gcampaí déanta le fórsaí tréana |
Our camps would have been full of powerful forces |
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Bhéadh cúnamh Dé linn is an saol ar fad |
We would have had the help of God and the whole world |
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Is ní dhíolfadh méirleach roimh theacht an aoire |
And the villain would not have betrayed us before the herdsman came |
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Ar thaoth na gréine de Shliabh na mBan |
On the sunny side of Slievenamon |
