| Sé mo chreach is mo dhíth, is nach cloíte an galar an grá,
| He is my prey and my need, and love is not a disease,
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| Is mairg go mbíonn sé a mí, seachtain is lá.
| It's a pity it's months, weeks and days.
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| Do bhris sé mo chroí is do mhill sé an t-easnamh i’m' lár,
| It broke my heart and ruined the deficit in my heart,
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| Is codladh ní bhfaighim ach ag taidhreamh ar me dhian-ghrá.
| It's a sleep I only get to meditate on my intense love.
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| ‘Sé mo chreach is mo chás, nach gcáitheann sé sneachta ‘gus sioc;
| ‘It is my prey and my case, that it does not throw snow‘ and frost;
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| Mise ‘s mo ghrá do bheith i lár na farraige amuigh,
| It's my love to be in the middle of the open sea,
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| Gan loing, gan bád, gan árthach ná aon ní ar bith
| No ship, no boat, no vessel or anything
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| Ach caite insa tsnámh is mo dhá láimh casta ina crios.
| But worn in the swim are my two twisted hands in my belt.
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| S' do casadh slua sí orm síos chun Lios Bhaile Dháith.
| A crowd turned me down to David 's Garden.
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| Is d’fhiafraíosa díobh cé'n ní do leighisfeadh an grá?
| I ask them what love can cure?
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| Dúirt duine acu liom go ciúin, go taise ‘s go tnáth:
| One of them told me quietly, softly and quietly:
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| An rud a théann ins an chroí ná scaoiltear as é go brách.
| What goes into the heart is never released.
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| Is a chailín bhig óig, ná pós an seanduine liath,
| His little young girl, do not marry the old gray man,
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| Ná cuir do dhá láimh le grá dó thairis aniar.
| Do not stretch out your hands with love for him.
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| Mar tá'n tú beag óg is fós níor tháiing duit ciall
| Because you're a little young you still didn't make sense
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| Is má mhaireann tú beo beidh mórchuid leanbh id' dhiaidh. | If you survive you will have many children. |