| Fuaim
| Sound
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| Mheall Si Lena Glorthai Me
| Si Lena Glorthai Attracted Me
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| Seo mo mhallacht ar na mná,
| Here is my curse on the women,
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| ‘S iad a mhearaigh mé‘gus rinne mo chrá,
| They are the ones who made me miserable and tormented me,
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| Thit méI dtús mo shaoil I ngrále spéirbhe, an álainn óg
| I fell in the beginning of my life In the love of heaven, the beautiful young man
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| Is mheall sílena glorthaímé.
| Sheilana attracted me.
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| ‘S íbhísochmaílaghach gan bhróid,
| ‘You are an arrogant idiot,
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| ‘S íba mheallachaí‘s ba mhilse póg,
| Kiss is sweeter and sweeter,
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| Bhísécróiúil greannmhar cóir ‘s níbréag a bhfuil mé‘rá,
| Fair-mouthed, funny, fair, and funny, I say,
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| Gur mheall sílena glorthaímé.
| That sílena attracted me screaming.
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| Shíl ménach raibh duine bocht ar mo dhream,
| Méan thought I was a poor person,
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| Nach raibh sa tsaol seo ach spórt is greann,
| That in this world there was only sport and humor,
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| Ach faraoir táméfágtha anois go fann, modhobhrán bhoct liom féin,
| But alas I am now faintly left, a poor mumble to myself,
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| Ómheall sílena glorthaímé.
| She's a smile on my face.
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| Is iomaíoiche fhada fhuar,
| It's a long cold competitor,
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| A chaith mé‘suiríleithe chois na gcruach,
| Which I have flown by the side of the heaps,
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| Is a ‘teacht ‘na ‘bhaile arís gan ghruaim le bodhránacht a' lae,
| Coming home again without gloom with the boredom of the day,
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| Nuair a mheall sílena glorthaímé.
| When sílena attracted me screams.
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| Thóg sía seotlaíI bhfad ar shiúl,
| She took shots far away,
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| Is d’fhág símise a' sileadh na sul,
| And left me dripping with tears,
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| Nar chuma liom dámbínn a' dúil, lena feicéail arís níos mó,
| I did not seem to desire it, to see it again more,
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| Och, mheall sílena glorthaímé.
| Oh, sílena attracted me.
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| Nach doiligh domhsa theacht fríd a' tsaol,
| Is it not difficult for me to come through life,
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| O d’eálaigh an ainnir úd a chráigh mo chroí,
| O escape of that maiden who tormented my heart,
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| Is d’fhág símise lag gan bhrí‘o mo chaitheamh ‘s ‘o mo chloí,
| And I was weakened by the meaning of my wear and tear,
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| Ómheall sílena glorthaímé.
| She's a smile on my face.
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| Ach dábhfáighinn-s"a an saol seo ar mo mhian,
| But I would give this world my wish,
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| Scéal cinnte go mbeimis óg a choích',
| A sure story that we will always be young ',
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| Nóchuirfin-se lámh na cloige arís
| I will ring the bell again
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| Go dtían t-am arbh fhiúbheith beo
| Until the time of living
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| Nuair a mheall sílena glorthaímé. | When sílena attracted me screams. |