| Éirigh is cuir ort do chuid éadaigh
| Get up and put on your clothes
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| Go mbearraidh mé féin do chúl
| May I shave your back myself
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| Go dté muid 'soir easpag na hÉirne
| To the east of the bishop of Erne
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| Go gceangaltar mé 'gus tú
| May I and you
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| Bhí grá 's cion agam féin ort
| I myself loved and admired you
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| A chuid 'en tsaol éalaigh liom
| His' en life escaped me
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| 'S nach duine dona gan chéill
| And not a bad person without sense
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| A scarfadh ó chéile sinn
| That would separate us
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| Aisling a chonaic mé aréir
| A dream I saw last night
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| Ar leaba agus mé I mo luí
| On a bed while I lie down
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| Go dtáinig sí chugam mar fhéirín
| That she came to me as a gift
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| Ainnir na gciabhfholt buí
| Ainir of the yellow hairs
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| Bhí a órfholt snoite go féar léi
| Her golden hair was carved to grass with her
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| Is níl tuile da mhéid nach gclaíodh
| It is not flooded to the extent that it was not covered
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| Ó is, a Rí, ér mhiste do chléir é
| Oh, King, may your clergy mind it
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| Dá gcodlóinn aréir le mnaoi?
| If I slept last night with a woman?
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| Is trua gan mise is an niamh bheag
| It's a pity without me and the little heaven
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| Na leice mílte ó chuan
| The leeches miles from the harbor
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| In oileán an Chlochair Bhig Chraobhaig
| In the island of Convent Little Crawford
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| Mar a thiteas na néalta chun suain
| As the clouds fall asleep
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| An áit a mbíonn an nead ag an éanlaith
| Where the fowl nests
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| An fiolar, an ghéag is an chuach
| The fiolar, the limb and the cuckoo
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| Chuirfinnse gease ar an éan bheag
| I would put a gease on the little bird
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| Solas an lae thabhairt uainn
| Give us the light of day
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| Éirigh is cuir ort do chuid éadaigh
| Get up and put on your clothes
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| Go mbearraidh mé féin do chúl
| May I shave your back myself
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| Go dté muid 'soir easpag na hÉirne
| To the east of the bishop of Erne
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| Go gceangaltar mé 'gus tú
| May I and you
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| Bhí grá 's cion agam féin ort
| I myself loved and admired you
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| A chuid 'en tsaol éalaigh liom
| His' en life escaped me
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| 'S nach duine dona gan chéill
| And not a bad person without sense
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| A scarfadh ó chéile sinn | That would separate us |