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'S, a Bhideach na gcarad |
Oh little one, my friend |
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Tuig feasta nach súgradh é |
Understand it's no fun |
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Ó thug mo chroí gean duit |
Since my heart gave affection to you |
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Ar mhalairt ná diúltaigh mé |
In exchange, don't refuse me |
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Má shíl tú mé 'mhealladh |
If you thought to woo me |
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Le bladar deas ciúin do bhéil |
With the quiet sweet talk of your mouth |
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Ach go dtug mise gean duit |
But that I gave affection to you |
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Seachas cailíní deas an tsaoil |
Rather than all the lovely girls in the world |
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'S, a Bhríd Thomáis Mhurcha |
And, Bríd Thomáis Mhurcha |
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Molaimse an barr leat féin |
I praise you to the heights |
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Ar ghile, ar fhinne |
In brightness, in fairness |
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Ar dheise 'gus áille méin |
In bestness and lovely demeanor |
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Tá a cúilín deas triop'llach |
Her mane is lovely and shapely |
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'S í fite mar thrilseán óir |
And woven like something gold |
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'S an té a bheadh gan amharc |
And he who is without sight |
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Go dtabharfadh sé soilse dó |
It would give light to him |
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Rachad go Gaillimh |
I would go to Galway |
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Go gceannaí mé gairdín úll |
And buy an orchard |
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Loingeas ar farraig' le haghaidh |
A fleet on the sea |
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Bheith a' déanamh spóirt |
So as to be making sport |
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'Filleadh ó Shligeach dom |
To return from Sligo |
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'Gus leid bheag 'fháil do m'chomhair |
And an opportunity to find in front of me |
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'S ní chónóinn fá bhealach |
And I would not tarry along the way |
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Go mblaisfinn de phóg mo stóir |
Until I tasted the kiss of my darling |
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Má bhí mise folamh |
If I was empty |
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Dar m'fhocal, ba mhór a' scéal |
Upon my word, a big story it would be |
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Is a liachtaí bean deas |
And __ lovely woman |
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A thug taitneamh do ghlór mo bhéil |
Who gave joy to the sound of my voice |
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Dá mbeadh sé 'g cur seaca |
If it was frosty |
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'G cur sneachta i ngach ceard den spéir |
Snowing in every part of the sky |
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Ach tusa a bheith i m'aice |
But you to be beside me |
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Ní aireoinnse buaireamh an tsaoil |
I would not feel the sorrow of life |
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'S, a Aonmhac Mhuire |
Oh only Son of Mary |
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'Chuir an cuileann tríd a' bhféar a' fás |
The __ went through the growing grass |
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Nach mise an trua Mhuire |
Isn't it my sorrow, oh Mary |
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'S mé a' caill' lúth na ngéag le grá? |
That I lost the energy in my limbs through love? |
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Ach má tá sé 'nár gcinniúint |
But if it's our destiny |
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Nach féidir dúinn a chéile 'fháil |
That we cannot have each other |
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Bíodh tusa 'do choinneal |
Be you keeping yourself |
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'S beidh mise i m'fhéileacán |
And I will become gay |
