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English Translation
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Cad a dhéanfaimid feasta gan adhmad?
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What shall we do without timber?
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Tá deireadh na gcoillte ar lár
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The woods have all been cut down
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Níl trácht ar Chill Chais ná a teaghlach
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There's no mention of Cill Chais or its people
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'S ní chluinfear a cling go brách
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The peal of bells is no more
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An áit úd 'na gcónaíodh an dei-bhean
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The place where the lady resided
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Fuair gradam is meidhir thar mnáibh
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Who was held in esteem above all
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Bhíodh iarlaí ag tarraingt thar toinn ann
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Where earls and nobility frequented
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'S an t-Aifreann binn dá rá
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And the sonorous Mass was heard
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Ní chluinim fuaim lachan ná gé ann
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Geese and ducks can no longer be heard
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Ná iolar ag éamh cois cuain
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Nor the eagle cry in the bay
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Ná fiú na mbeacha chun saothair
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Nor the hum of the bees as they labor
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Thabharfadh mil agus céir don tslua
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Storing honey and wax for all
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Níl ceol binn milis na n-éan ann
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We miss the sweet tones of birdsong
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Le hamharc an lae dul uainn
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As the day fades in the west
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Ná an chuaichín i mbarra na gcraobh ann
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Or the call of the cuckoo each evening
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Ó's í chuirfeadh an saol chun suain
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Calling the people to rest
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Tá ceo ag titim ar chraobh ann
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A dark cloud envelopes the country
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Ná glanann le greín ná lá
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And no longer the sun shines bright
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Tá smúit ag titim ón spéir ann
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Darkness descends from the sky there
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'S a cuid uisce go léir ag trá
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And even the rivers run dry
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Níl coll, níl cuileann, níl caor ann
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There's no ivy, holly or berries
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Ach clocha 'gus maolchlochán
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But rocks and barren waste
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Páirc na foraoise gan chraobh ann
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Not a tree is left for shelter
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Is d'imigh an géim chun fáin
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And the game has all strayed away
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Anois mar bharr ar gach míghreann
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And now to crown our misfortune
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Chuaigh prionsa na nGael thar sáil
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The prince of the Gael has fled
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Anonn le hainnir na míne
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He has left with the noble lady
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'Fuair gradam sa Fhrainc 's sa Spáinn
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And is welcomed in France and Spain
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Anois tá a chuallacht dá caoineadh
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The people are brokenhearted
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D'fhaigheadh airgead buí agus bán
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They have lost her support when in need
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'S í nach dtógfadh seilbh na ndaoine
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She was ever so kind to her people
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'S í cara na bhfíorbhochtán
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And always gave alms to the poor
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Aicim ar Mhuire 's ar Íosa
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I implore Jesus and Mary
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Go dtaga sí arís chughainn slán
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That she will one day return
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Go mbeidh rincí fada 'gabháil timpeall
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To her people who will be rejoicing
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Ceol fidil 's tinte cnámh
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With bonfires and fiddles and song
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Go dtógfar an baile seo ár sinsear
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That this great home of our ancestors
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Cill Chais bhreá, arís go hard
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The beautiful Cill Chais be restored
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Is go brách nó go dtiocfaidh and díle
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And until the Day of Judgement
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Ná feicfear é arís ar lár
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Will it never again lay low
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