| Fáilte don éan is binne ar chraoibh
| Welcome to the sweetest bird on a tree
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| Labhras ar caoin na dtor le gréin;
| I speak of the cry of the bushes with the sun;
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| Domsa is fada tuirse an tsaoil
| To me life's fatigue is long overdue
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| Nach bhfeiceann í le teacht an fhéir
| Do not see her with the coming of the grass
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| Cluinim, cé nach bhfeicim a gné
| I hear, though I do not see its feature
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| Seinnm an éan darb ainm cuach;
| I play the bird named cuckoo;
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| Amharc uirthi i mbarra géag
| Look at her in a limb bar
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| Mo thuirse ghéar nach mise fuair
| My severe fatigue that I did not get
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| Gach neach dá bhfeiceann cruth an éin
| Everyone who sees the shape of the bird
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| Amharc Éireann deas is tuaidh
| Nice and north view of Ireland
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| Blátha na dtulca ar gach taoibh
| The flowers of the tulca on each side
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| Dóibh is aoibhinn bheith dá lua
| They love to mention it
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| Mo thuirse nach bhfuaireas bua ar m’amharc d’fháil
| My tiredness of not winning my sight
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| Go bhfeicim ar uaigneas uaisle an duilliúir ag fás!
| May I see the noble loneliness of the foliage grow!
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| Cuid de mo ghruaim — ní ghluaisim chun cruinnithe le cách
| Part of my gloom - I don't move to meetings with everyone
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| Ar amharc na gcuach ar bhruach na coille go sámh | On the view of the curls on the edge of the wood peacefully |