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Dá bhfaighinnse scilling le díol |
If I had a schilling to spend |
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Is canna maith dí le hól |
And a good can of draught to drink |
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Ó diabhal braon d'uisce na díge |
Oh not a drop of ditch water |
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'Rachadh lem' chroí go deo |
Would I ever take again |
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Is ó boro braindí braindí |
And it's oh boro brandy brandy |
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'S ó boro braindí ó |
It's oh boro brandy oh |
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'S ó boro braindí braindí |
And it's oh boro brandy brandy |
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'S ragairne ó oíche go ló |
And raking from morning 'til night |
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Dob ait liom coinneal is píopa |
I long for a candle and pipe |
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Dob ait liom píopaire ceoil |
I long for a musical pipe |
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Dob ait liom cuideacht' im thimpeall |
I long for company around me |
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Is ragairne ó oíche go ló |
And raking from morning to night |
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Ólaim sláinte ár saoithe |
I drink the health of our nobility |
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Is sláinte ár ndaoine cóir |
And the health of all good people |
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Is sláinte gach preabaire groí |
And the health of every fine fellow |
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A chaithfeadh le hintinn coróin |
Who would spend a crown heartily |
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Éirigh, a Shinéid, cuir sios a' scillid |
Rise up, Sinéad, put on the skillet |
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Is déan a shuipéar do Sheán Mhac Aoidh |
And make supper for John McHugh |
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Ní éirim, ars' Sinéad, ta' poll ins an scillid |
"I will not," says Sinéad, "There's a hole in the skillet |
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Is ligfeadh sé suipéar an duine bocht fríd |
Which would let the poor man's dinner through" |
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Ó an radaire gan mhúineadh, gan mhúineadh |
Oh the unmannerly, unmannerly rogue |
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Ó an radaire Seán Mhac Aoidh |
Oh the rogue, John McHugh |
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Ó an radaire gan mhúineadh, gan mhúineadh |
Oh the unmannerly, unmannerly rogue |
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Ó an radaire Seán Mhac Aoidh |
Oh the rogue, John McHugh |
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Éirigh, a Clódagh, cuir ort do chlóca |
Rise up, Clodagh, put on your cloak |
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Téigh go tórraimh an fhir a fuair bás |
And go to the funeral of the man who died |
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Ní éirim, ars' Clódagh, tá poll i mo chlóca |
"I will not," says Clodagh, "There's a hole in my cloak |
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Ó fanfaidh mé anseo ag an fhear atá slán |
And here I'll stay with the one who's alive" |
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Ó an radaire gan mhúineadh, gan mhúineadh |
Oh the unmannerly, unmannerly rogue |
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Ó an radaire Seán Mhac Aoidh |
Oh the rogue, John McHugh |
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Ó an radaire gan mhúineadh, gan mhúineadh |
Oh the unmannerly, unmannerly rogue |
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Ó an radaire Seán Mhac Aoidh |
Oh the rogue, John McHugh |
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