| O codlas fein, I dthigh areir
| O sleep itself, I dthigh areir
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| Is tuirseach treith, do bhi mo chuisle
| It's a tired character, my pulse was
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| Comhra beil, bhi acu go leir
| Conversation, they all had
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| M’ingean fein, is a boch ar buhle
| My own daughter, and her booze
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| Ta na la, nil na la
| Ta na la, nil na la
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| Ta na la ‘gus in a mhaidin
| The days and the morning
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| Nil ‘na la dheara a ghra
| It's not a day of love
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| Ach solus ard, ata sa ghealaig
| But high light, which is in the moon
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| Eir id sui, a fhir a tigh
| Eir id sui, men of the house
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| Cuir do bhriste 'mut gootapaigh
| Put your broken 'mut gootapaigh
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| Coinnigh suas cuideachta shuairc
| Keep up the fun company
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| Don chroi mhaith mhor, go
| For the good big heart, that
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| Dtioch an mhaidin
| Morning heat
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| Ta na la, nil na la
| Ta na la, nil na la
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| Ta na la ‘gus in a mhaidin
| The days and the morning
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| Nil ‘na la dheara a ghra
| It's not a day of love
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| Ach solus ard, ata sa ghealaig
| But high light, which is in the moon
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| N’eireodh im shui ar fear a tigh
| I would not sit on the man of the house
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| ‘Sni cuirfeadh briste’mum na hata
| ‘Sni would break my hat
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| Blas na braon, dem cuidse dighe
| The taste of the drops, of my drink
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| Ni raghaidh na gcrol, go dtioch an mhaidin
| The crows will not leave until the morning
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| Ta na la, nil na la
| Ta na la, nil na la
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| Ta na la ‘gus in a mhaidin
| The days and the morning
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| Nil ‘na la dheara a ghra
| It's not a day of love
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| Ach solus ard, ata sa ghealaig
| But high light, which is in the moon
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| Ta an barraille thar a ceann
| The barrel is over her head
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| Is ni fheicim ann ach driodar dearg
| All I see is red sediment
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| Ta mo ghini ar an mbord
| My guinea is on the table
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| Is bim ag ol, go dtioch an mhaidin | I'm drinking, until the morning |