| S a Chití Ní Eadhra
| S a Chití Ní Eadhra
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| Nach náir mar a d’imigh tú uaim
| Shame on you for leaving me
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| 'S an chroí atá 'mo lár
| The heart is in my heart
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| Gur fhág tú chomh dubh leis an ghual
| That you left as black as coal
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| Ní iarrfainn aon spás ar an Ard Rí
| I would not ask the High King for any space
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| 'Sna Flaitheas anuas
| In the Heavens past
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| Ach cead troda leis an bhás
| But let's fight to the death
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| Gach lá sular imigh tú uaim
| Every day before you left me
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| 'S tá dhá cheann an tí
| And there are two ends of the house
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| 'Na luí 'tá'n lár gan dóigh
| 'Don't lie' the middle is unlikely
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| Ó d’imigh an bhean chaoin
| Since the crying woman is gone
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| Faraor, a bhí soineanta cóir
| Sadly, that was hazy fair
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| Níor fhan sí agam ach trí ráithe
| She only stayed with me for three quarters
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| Amháin bhí ba ghiorra ná an uair
| One was shorter than the hour
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| Óch nach é mo léan géar
| Oh that's not my bitter sorrow
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| Gur fágadh í sínte san uaigh
| That she was left lying in the grave
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| Is a Chití, mo mhian
| Kitty is my wish
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| Nach aoibhinn duitse bheith ar lár
| Wouldn't it be lovely for you to be missing out
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| Atá i bhFlaitheas na Naomh
| Who is in the Heaven of Saints
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| 'Bhfuil na mílte anam gan smál
| 'There are thousands of immaculate souls
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| Is chan mar a bímse 'tá guí
| It's not how I 'pray
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| 'S ag osnaí gach tráth
| And sighing all the time
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| Nó i dTalamh na Naomh
| Or in the Land of the Saints
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| Atá rogha mo charaid thar mhná | Which is my friend's choice over women |