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English Translation
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Agus rinne mise cleas
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I did a trick
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Ag Tigh Mhic Ui Dhomhnaill aréir
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In O Domhnall's house last night
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Is an tarna cleas ag teach
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And a second trick
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An Ósta lena thaobh
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At the holstelry next door
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An triú cleas ní bfhearr domh
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I'd prefer not to add
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A chur le mo scéal
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The third trick to my story
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Is gur mhinicí domh bheith ag caitheamh
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And I often spent
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An dúthracht mhaith léi
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A good __ with her
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A Rí na bhfeart cad do chas
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Oh God Almighty
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Ins a' dúiche seo mé?
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What drove me to this district?
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'S gur mó cailín deas a gheobhainn
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When it's many a fine lass
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Im' dhúthaigín beag féin
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I'd find in my own townland
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Gur casadh mé isteach mar a raibh searc
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I called into the house
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Agus rún geal mo chléibh
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Of my own true love
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Is chuir an tseanbhean amach mé
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And the old woman put me twisting rope
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Ag casadh an tsúgáinín féir
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'Til I was outside the door
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Curfá
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Chorus (after each verse)
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Má bhíonn tú liom, bí liom
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If you'll be mine, be mine
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A stóirín mo chroí
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Oh treasure of my heart
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Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom
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If you'll be mine, be mine
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Os comhair an tsaoil
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Before the whole world
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Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom
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If you'll be mine, be mine
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Gach orlach de do chroí
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Every inch of your heart
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Is é mo liom go fann nach liom
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Alas that you're not
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Dé Domhnaigh thú mar mhnaoí
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My wife this Sunday
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Tá mo cheannsa liath le bliain
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My head is gray
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Is ní le críonnacht é
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And it's not from old age
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Ní bheathaíonn na briathra
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Fair words butter
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Na bráithre pé sa domhan scéal é
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No parships anyway
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Is táim i do dhiaidh le bliain
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I'm after you now for a year
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Is gan fáil agam ort féin
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And it's useless
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Is gur geall le fia mé ar sliabh
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And I'm like a deer on the moor
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Go mbeadh gáir chon ina dhéidh
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And the hounds are yelping after me
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Do threabfainn, d'fhuirsinn
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I'd plow, I'd toil
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Chuirfinn síol ins a' chré
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I'd sow seed in the clay
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'S do dhéanfainn obair shocair
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And I'd do a steady job
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Álainn, mhín, réidh
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Beautiful, smooth and even
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Do chuirfinn crú fén each
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I'd shoe the maddest horse
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Is mire shiúil riamh ar féar
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Ever to walk on grass
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Is ná héalaodh bean le fear
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And the woman still wouldn't elope
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Ná déanfadh san féin
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With a man who'd do that
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