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English Translation
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Idir Aird Mhór is Eochaill sa ród seal do bhíos
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'Twas between Ardmore and Youghal, I was once on the road
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Ar chóngar na taoide is í ag tráchaint
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Near the tide when it was ebbing
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Sea do dhearcas an ógbhean go mómharach binn
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That I beheld the gentle sweet young lady
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'S a cuacha léi cíortha go básta
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With her tresses combed down to her waist
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Is cailín ó Eochaill í, is eolach dom í
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She's a girl from Youghal that I know
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Is tá sí gan pósadh go dpósfadsa í
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And she'll be unmarried until I marry her
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Tá coróin geal i'm phóca 'gus ólfaimíd í
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There's a bright crown in my pocket and we'll drink it
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Agus fágfaimíd siúd mar atá mé
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And we'll leave things as they are
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Do thugas grá chléibh' duit, a spéirbhean, ar dtúis
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I offered you sincere love, oh beautiful woman, at first
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Nuair a leagas mo shúil ar do bhánchnis
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When I set my eyes on your fair skin
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Is go mbfhearr liom ná mórchuid den ór atá agat
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And I'd rather than most of the gold you own
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Go mbeifeá sa chúinne ag mo mháithrín
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That you'd be in the corner with my dear mother
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Bheadh do bhabaí breá bó agat tráthnóna le crú
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Your baby would be beautiful, you'd have a cow to milk in the evening
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Is do leaba breá cóirithe go ló duit sa rúm
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And your fine bed made up until day for you in the room
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Chuirfinn búclaí i'd bhróga luach coróineach is púnt
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I'd put buckles on your shoes, worth a pound and a crown
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Is, a stóirín, ná tabharfá do lámh dom?
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And, my darling, won't you give me your hand?
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Ní thabharfainn mo lámh duit go brách le haon fhonn
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I wouldn't gladly ever give you my hand
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Go gcuirfead scéala ar dtúis chun mo mháithrín
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Until I'd first let my dear mother know
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Mar fuair sí do thuairisc go suarach ar dtúis
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Because she has heard of your bad reputation at first
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Gur minic do chúrsa go dtí an tábhairne
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That 'tis often you head for the pub
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Nárbh aon ní leat ól ó'n choróin go dtí'n punt
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That's it no bother for you to drink from a crown to a pound
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Ag caitheamh do stóir ar mhná óga is ar lionn
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Spending your money on young women and stout
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Tar éis díol as fear cheoil ní bheidh feoirling i'd phúitse
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After paying the musician you won't have a farthing in your purse
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Is a stróille, cé thabharfadh bean bhreá dhuit?
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So, you ne'er-do-well, who would give you a fine woman
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Ná creidse na scéalta, na bréaga atá ar siúl
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Don't you believe the stories, the lies that go around
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Is annamh mo thuras go tigh tábhairne
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It's seldom I go to the pub
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Tá airgead i'm phóca is mórchuid i'm thrúnc
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I've money in my pocket and a lot in my trunk
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Níor ólas riamh punt ar aon láthair
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I never drank a pound in any place
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Bheadh a mhalairt de ghnó againn sa bhfómhar atá chughainn
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'Twill be another story in the next autumn
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'Baint garraithe prátaí is ag cur stácaí ar a mbonn
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Digging fields of potatoes and building stooks of corn
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Is mo mhacha bheith lán de bha bána is dubha
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And my fields will be full of cows, black and white
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Gan aoinne chun iad a chrú ach mo mháithrín
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With no one to milk them but my dear mother
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