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English Translation
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Ta mo chroí-se go tláth lag
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My heart beat faintly
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'S i lár mo chuid saothair
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And my efforts are weakened
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Tagann lán tocht im chléibhse
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A grief too deep for words
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Cé nár mhéin liom é rá
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Fills my breast
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Tá an díbirt i ndán dom
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For I am to be banished
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Ó bháin bheannaibh Éireann
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From the fair hills of Erin
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Is fánach mo shaolsa
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Aimless my life then
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'S is déarach mo chás
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And tragic my fate
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Is cuimhin liom an tráth
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I recall, my soul's delight
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Úd a ghrá ghil na n-ae istigh
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In days gone by
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Thugas grá searc is géilleadh
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My love surrendered
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Dod chaomh roisc thar chách
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To your bewitching gaze
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A Rí ghil na n-árann
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Merciful God
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Dob fhearr liom go n-éagfainn
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I would far rather perish
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I láthair mo ghaolta
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Here with my own folk
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Is mo bhuachaillín bán
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And my fair-haired boy
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Tá críoch Inis Failbhe
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The fair land of Erin
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Go lán fad' i ndaor bhroid
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Lies in bondage so brutal
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Go cráite 's go céasta
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The sad, tormented
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I ngéibhinn na namhad
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Prisioner of her foes
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Nó an fíor nach foláir duit
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Is it her fate then
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Go brách bheith go déarach
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To be forever weeping
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A oileáinín bhig mhaorga
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That proud little isle
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Na naomh is na mbard
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Of the saint and the bard?
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Ó guímse go hard
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I should this my prayer
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Ar an Ard Athair Naofa
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To great God our Father
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Chun ár agus léir-scrios
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Let death and destruction
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Do dhéanamh ar Sheán
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Be the fate of John
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Do dhíbir na táinte
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Who banished so many
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Thar sáile 'na gcéandta
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Across the great water
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'S chuir fán orm féinig
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And parted forever
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Óm' bhuachaillín bán
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My fair lad and me
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