| Céad slán ag sléibhte maorga
| A hundred farewells at majestic mountains
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| Chondae Dhún na nGall
| County Donegal
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| Agus dhá chéad slán ag an Earagal árd
| And two hundred farewells at the high Errigal
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| Ina stua os cionn caor 's call
| In his arch above a berry's call
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| Nuair a ghluais mise thart le loch Dhún Lúich
| When I moved around Dunlewey lake
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| Go ciún 'sa ghleann ina luí
| Quietly in the valley lying
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| I mo dhiaidh bhí Gleanntáin Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair
| Behind me was Gleanntáin Glas Ghaoth Dobhair
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| Is beag nár bhris mo chroí
| My heart almost broke
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| Ag taisteal domh amach fríd chnoic Ghleann Domhain
| Traveling me out through the hills of Deep Valley
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| 'S an Mhucais ar mo chúl
| With the Muck on my back
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| Ní miste domh 'ra le brón 's le crá
| I do not mind saying with sorrow and pain
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| Gur fhreasach a shil mise súil
| That's an eye - opener
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| Go 'Meiriceá siar, a bhí mo thriall
| To America west, was my journey
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| I bhfad thar an fharraige mhór
| Far beyond the high seas
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| D’fhag mé slán ar feadh seal ag Dún na nGall
| I said goodbye for a while to Donegal
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| 'S ag Gleanntáin Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair
| And at Gleanntáin Glas Ghaoth Dobhair
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| Níorbh é mo mhiansa imeacht ariamh
| My desire was never to depart
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| Ó m' thír bheag dhílis féin
| From my own faithful little country
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| Ach trom lámh Gall, le cluain
| But a heavy hand of Gaul, with a cloak
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| 'S le feall, a thiomáin mé i gnéill
| And with treachery, I drove in chains
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| B'é rún mo chroí-se pilleadh arís
| It was my heart's desire to return
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| Nuair a dhéanfainn beagán stór
| When I do a little treasure
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| 'S deireadh mo shaoil a chaitheamh lem ghaoil
| It's the end of my life with my love
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| Fá Ghleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair
| Fá Ghleanntáin Glas' Ghaoth Dobhair
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| Slán, slán go fóill a Dhún na nGall
| Goodbye, goodbye to Donegal
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| A chondae shéimh gan smál
| A gentle, immaculate county
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| 'S dod gheara breá in am an ghá
| And your gear is perfect in time of need
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| Nár umhlaigh riamh roimh Ghall
| Never bowed down before a foreigner
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| Tá áit i mo chroí do gach fear 's gach mnaoi
| There is a place in my heart for every man and every woman
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| 'S gach páiste beag agus mór
| And all children small and large
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| Áta beo go buan, gan bhuairt, gan ghruaim
| Living forever, without worry, without gloom
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| Fá Ghleanntáin Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair | Gleanntáin Glas Ghaoth Dobhair |