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D'aithníos féin gan bhréag ar fhuacht |
I knew well by the cold |
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'S ar anfa Thétis taobh le cuan |
And the fury of Titus by the shore |
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Ar chanadh na n-éan go séiseach suairc |
By the tuneful, merry singing of the birds |
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Go gcasadh mo Shéasar glé gan ghruaim |
That my Caesar would return free from gloom |
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Measaim gur subhach don Mhumhain an fhuaim |
I think it's a happy sound for Munster |
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'S dá maireann go dubhach de chrú na mbua |
And for the downtrodden descendants of victors |
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Torann na dtonn le sleasaibh na long |
The crashing of waves on the sides of ships |
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Ag tarraingt go teann 'n-ár gceann ar cuairt |
Advancing toward us, to be with us |
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Tá lasadh sa ghréin gach lae go neoin |
There's a light in the sun each day 'til noon |
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Ní taise don ré, ní théann fé neoil |
And the moon passes under no cloud |
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Tá barra na gcraobh ag déanamh sceoil |
The tops of the trees are announcing |
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Nach fada bheidh Gaeil i ngéibheann bróin |
That the Gaels will not be sadly fettered much longer |
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Measaim gur súbhach don Mhumhain an ceol |
I think it's music for Munster |
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'S dá maireann go dubhach de chrú na dtreon |
And those sad descendants of the mighty |
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Torann na dtonn le sleasaibh na long |
The crashing of waves on the sides of ships |
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Ag tarraingt go teann 'n-ár gceann fé sheol |
Heading fast toward us under sail |
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Is annamh dom maidin ar amharc an lae |
It's a rare morning at daybreak |
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Ná bainim chum reatha go farraige síos |
That I won't take a run down to the sea |
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Mo dhearca dá leathadh ag faire de shíor |
My gaze extends, constantly searching for the ships |
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Ar bharcaibh an fharaire ag gearradh na slí |
Of the brave one to come slashing through |
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Measaim gur súbhach don Mhumhain 's gur binn |
I think it's happy and sweet for Munster |
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'S dá maireann go dubhach de chrú na rí |
And the oppressed descendants of kings |
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Torann na long ag scoilteadh na dtonn |
The thundering of the ships splitting the waves |
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Ag tarraingt go teann 'n-ár gceann gan mhoill |
Making their way swiftly toward us |
