| Éirigh suas a stóirín mura bfhuil tú 'do shuí
| Get up, sweetheart, if you're not sitting
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| Oscail an doras agus lig mise chun ti
| Open the door and let me go
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| Tá buidéal im' aice bhéarfas deoch do mhnaoi an tí
| She has a bottle of butter that will bring a drink to the woman of the house
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| Agus tá súil agam nach ndiúltaíonn tú mé fá do iníon
| And I hope you do not reject me for your daughter
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| Nuair a éirím amach ar maidin agus dearcaim uaim siar
| When I get up in the morning and look back
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| Is dearcaim ar a’bhaile úd a bhfuil agam le dul ann
| I look at that town where I have to go
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| Titeann na deóra ina sróite liom síos
| Tears fall down my cheeks
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| Agus nímse míle osna bíos cosúil le cumhaidh
| And I sigh a thousand times like a nostalgia
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| I ngleanntan coilleadh uagní is lag brónach a bím
| In the valley of the woods of loneliness I feel weak and sad
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| Ó Dhomhnach go Domhnach 's mé ag cathamh mo shaoil
| From Sunday to Sunday as I spend my life
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| 'smé ag feitheamh gach trathnóna ce rachadh 'na ród no cé thiocfadh 'n tí
| I was waiting every evening for who would go on the road or who would come home
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| 'S gan duine ar an domhan mhór a thógfadh mo chroí
| And no one in the world would lift my heart
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| Nach aoibhinn don éanlaith a éiríos gach lá
| What a delight for the birds that rise every day
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| ‘S a luíos arís ar an aonchraoibh amháin
| ‘Lies again on the one-branch
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| Ní h'é sin dom féin ‘s do mo chéad mhíle grá
| That's not for me's my first love
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| Is i bhfad i bhfad ó chéile bíos ár n-éirí gach lá
| Our daily beings are far, far away
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| Rise up, my Love (Translation)
| Rise up, my Love (Translation)
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| Rise up, my love, if you’re still in bed lying
| Rise up, my love, if you’re still in bed lying
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| Open the door that I might come and recline
| Open the door that I might come and recline
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| By my side I’ve a bottle that I’ve brought for your mother
| By my side I’ve a bottle that I’ve brought for your mother
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| And I hope she’ll allow it that you shall be mine
| And I hope she’ll allow it that you shall be mine
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| When I rise in the morning and look o’er the way
| When I rise in the morning and look o’er the way
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| And I look at the place where I’ll spend the long day
| And I look at the place where I’ll spend the long day
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| The tears fall in streams down my two cheeks like rain
| The tears fall in streams down my two cheeks like rain
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| And many’s the time that I sigh for that maid
| And many have the time that I sigh for that maid
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| In the thick wooded glen I live there in loneliness
| In the thick wooded glen I live there in loneliness
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| From Sunday to Sunday spending time on my own
| From Sunday to Sunday spending time on my own
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| The coming and going I watch o’er the road-way
| The coming and going I watch o’er the road-way
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| And nothing in this wide world will lift up my heart
| And nothing in this wide world will lift up my heart
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| Isn’t it great for the birds that rise up every morning
| Isn’t it great for the birds that rise up every morning
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| And roost with each other on the same bush or spray
| And roost with each other on the same bush or spray
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| But that’s not how it is for both me and my true-love
| But that’s not how it is for both me and my true-love
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| For it’s far from each other that we rise every day | For it’s far from each other that we rise every day |