Lyrics of In Garran Na Bhile - The Wolfe Tones

In Garran Na Bhile (original)

An raibh tú riamh i nGarrán a' Bhile?
Nó an bhfaca tú í ' nGarrán a' Bhile?
An tsuairc-bhean óg na gcuacha óir?
'S í Cáit mo stór i nGarrán a' Bhile
Is gille í ná eal' ar linn
'S ná sneacht' ar bharr na craoibhe cruinne;
'S is milse 'póg ná drúcht na rós
'S i Cáit mo stór i nGarrán a' Bhile
Is binn' a ceol ná lon 's na smól
'S na filimeol ar chraobh na saile
Mar long faoi sheol ar thoinn gan cheo
Sea tcím mo stór i nGarrán a' Bhile
Chugatsa, 'Chriost, le fonn mo ghuí
Má á aon bhrí i í an fhile
Gan áin, gan íos, gan phráinn, gan díth
Go raibh áit 's a buíon i nGarrán a' Bhile

(translation)

Have you ever been to Bill Grove?
Or did you see her 'Bill Grove?
The charming young lady of the golden curls?
Cáit is my treasure in Garrán a 'Bhile
She is a boy or a swan among us
And don't snow on the top of the globe;
And a kiss is sweeter than the dew of the rose
Cáit is my treasure in Garrán a 'Bhile
Her music is sweeter than the lon and the smol
And the films on the willow branch
Like a ship sailing on a fogless submarine
Yes, I find my store in Bill 's Grove
To you, 'Christ, with the desire of my prayer
If the poet has any meaning in her
Without joy, without humility, without urgency, without want
That there was a place with her group in Garrán a 'Bhile