| Tá mé 'mo shuí
| I'm sitting
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| Ó d'éirigh an ghealach aréir
| Since the moon rose last night
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| Ag cur teineadh síos gan scíth
| Putting fire down without rest
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| 'S á fadú go géar
| And sharply lengthening
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| Tá bunadh a' tí 'na luí
| The origins of the house lie
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| 'S tá mise liom féin
| And I'm alone
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| Tá na coiligh ag glaoch
| The cocks are crowing
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| 'S tá 'n saol ina gcodladh ach mé
| And life is asleep but me
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| Sheacht mh’anam déag do bhéal
| Seventeen souls for your mouth
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| Do mhalaí 's do ghrua
| Your eyebrows and cheeks
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| Do shúil ghorm ghlé gheal
| Your bright blue eye
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| Fá'r thréig mé aiteas is suairc
| For I have forsaken the most eloquent itch
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| Le cumhaidh i do dhiaidh ní léir dom
| With nostalgia behind you it is not clear to me
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| An bealach a shiúl
| The way to walk
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| Is a charaid mo chléibh
| He is my best friend
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| Tá na sléibhte ag gabháil idir mé 's tú
| The mountains are between me and you
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| Deireann lucht léinn
| Scholars say
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| Gur cloíte an galar an grá
| Love is plagued by disease
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| Char admhaigh mé é nó go raibh sé
| I did not admit it or it was
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| 'Ndiaidh mo chroí 'stigh a chrá
| 'After my heart' in his torment
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| Aicíd ró-ghéar, faraor
| Acute disease, alas
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| Nár sheachnaigh mé í
| I did not avoid her
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| Chuir sí arraing 's céad go géar
| She sighed sharply
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| Fríd cheartlár mo chroí
| Through the heart of my heart
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| Casadh bean sí domh thíos
| She turns to me below
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| Ag Lios Bhéal an Áth'
| At Lis Ballina '
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| 'S d’fhiafraigh mé díthe
| And I asked her out
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| An scaoilfeadh glais ar bith grá
| Would any locks release love
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| 'Sé dúirt sí os íseal
| 'She said softly
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| I mbriathra soineanta sámh
| In peaceful hazy verbs
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| Nuair a théann sé fán chroí
| When it goes to the heart
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| Cha scaoiltear as é go brách | It will never be released |