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English Translation
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Le meán an fhómhair dá chaitheamh dom
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By mid-autumn I was spent
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Ba mhór dubhach mo scéal
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My story was a very sad one
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Go breoite, brónach, atuirseach
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Sick, sorrowful and weary was I
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Gan sólás insa' tsaol
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Without consolation in life
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Mo pháircín féir gan gearradh uaim
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My little field of grass uncut
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De dheascaibh clainn an Bhreacluain
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On account of the family of Brackloon
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'Gus féar na gcomharsan treascartha
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And the neighbors' grass already cut
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Á chíoradh le gréin
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And dried by the sun
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Curfá
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Chorus
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Dá bhfaighinnse speal ó Shasana
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If I had a scythe from England
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'Gus crann ó Locha Léin
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And a handle from Lough Leane
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Cloch is clár is gaineamh air
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A stone and a board and sand on it
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Ó dhúiche Uí Néill
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From the country of O'Neill
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Do chuirfinn faobhar ar maidin suas
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I would give it an edge in the morning
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'Sheasódh ar feadh na seachtaine
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That would stand for the whole week
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Is bearrtha 'bheadh an t-acra
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And the acre would be cut
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Le fáinne an lae
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By daybreak
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Do shmaoiníos féin im' aigne
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I was thinking to myself
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San oíche trím' néal
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At night while I slept
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Go raibh beirt fhear óga chalma
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That there were two brave young men
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Do mhaíomh a bhfaobhar
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Boasting of their sharpness
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Féna ndéin do ghaibh mo theachtaire
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My message was dispatched to them
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Chun mo pháircín féin do ghearradh dhom
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To cut my little field for me
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'S is grámhar, fáilteach freagarthach
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And loving, welcoming, responsive
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Do thánadar araon
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They both came
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(Curfá)
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(Chorus)
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I gcóir is i bhfaobhar bhí speal acu
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Ready and sharp they had a scythe
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Le fáinne an lae
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At daybreak
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'S do luíodar siúd go slachtmhar glan
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And they leaned cleanly and tidily
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Is iad ag baint an fhéir
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Into the work of cutting the grass
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Seala beag don eadartha
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A little before milking time
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'S a lán don lá gan caitheamh fós
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And a great part of the day not yet spent
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Do bhí dóthain siúd di leagaithe
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Enough of it was cut
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'S é bearrtha go cré
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And it shaved to the earth
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(Curfá 2x)
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(Chorus 2x)
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