| Ar a ghabhil n a chuain damh s m bh go huaibhreach
| On his capture n his harbor ox s m bh proudly
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| Tinn lag buartha Im intinn,
| Ill weak worried But mind,
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| Bhi me feachaint uaim ar an speir aduaidh
| I was staring at the northern sky
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| s al uaim na trealtai.
| s al uaim na trealtai.
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| Ach faraoir gar gar s m an ceann gan chill
| But alas close to s m the head without a cell
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| Nor ghlac m comhairle mo mhithrin fin,
| I did not take my own mother 's advice,
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| s gur dhirt s liom frd chomr ghrinn
| and that he told me frd comr grinn
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| Go beal-ath-hamhnais s n triall ann.
| To beal-ath-amhnais s n trial there.
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| Ach ba mhn a thug m gr do mo chailn bn An l bre I gcl an gharra,
| But it was a woman who gave my love to my fair maiden The beautiful day In the back of the garden,
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| s do bhiln blth mar chr na tr
| s do bhiln blth mar chr na tr
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| s do ghruann chomh dearg leis na caorthainn.
| your cheeks are as red as the rowans.
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| Chuir m lmh ar an chuan, s bh mo chro ln gruaim
| I put my hand on the bay, and my heart was full of gloom
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| Ag ceilir caoin na n-anlaith,
| Celebrating the cries of the animals,
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| s nach trua gan mise ag al leat
| It's not a pity for me not to be with you
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| Faoi rpa s seolta seidte.
| Under rpa s blown sails.
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| Or, a chuid s a rn d ngluaisfe ar sil
| Or, his s a rn d move on sil
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| Go tr na long as éirinn,
| To the ships from Ireland,
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| Nl tuirse cro n tinneas cinn
| No heart fatigue or headaches
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| Nach leighisf ann gan amhras.
| Undoubtedly there is no cure.
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| N ba t mo rogha innui is inn
| N ba t my choice innui is inn
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| Agus coinnivh agat fin n bhs m,
| And you kept fin n bhs m,
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| N gan ghrsta d n mhairfitdh m Ar an tsrid seo I mbal-ath-hamhnais. | Not without grace d n I would survive On this street In a state of remorse. |