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English Translation
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Go deo deo arís ní raghad go Caiseal
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Never again will I go to Cashel
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Ag díol ná ag reic mo shláinte
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Selling and trading my health
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Ná ar mharagadh na saoire im shuí cois balla
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Nor to the hiring-fair, sitting by the wall
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Im scaoinse ar leataoibh sráide
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A lounger on the roadside
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Bodairí na tíre ag teacht ar a gcapaill
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The bucks of the country coming on their horses
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Dá fhiafraí an bhfuilim hírálta
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Asking if I'm hired
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"Ó téanam chun siúil tá an cúrsa fada"
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"Oh let's go, the journey is long"
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Seo ar siúl an Spailpín Fánach
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Off goes the Spailpín Fánach
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Im Spailpín Fánach fágadh mise
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I was left as a Spailpín Fánach
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Ag seasadh ar mo shláinte
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Depending on my health
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Ag siúl an drúchta go moch ar maidin
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Walking the dew early in the morning
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'S ag bailiú galair ráithe
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Catching all the illnesses going around
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Ní fheicfear corrán im' láimh chun bainte
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You'll not see a hook in my hand for harvesting
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Súiste ná feac beag rainne
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A flail or a short spade
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Ach bratacha na bhFranncach os cionn mo leapan
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But the flag of France over my bed
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Is píce agam chun sáite
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And the pike for stabbing
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Mó chúig céad slán chun dúiche m'athar
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Five hundred farewells to the land of my father
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'Gus chun an oileáin ghrámhair
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And to the dear island
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Is chun buachaill na Cúlach os díobh nár mhiste
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And to the boys of Cualach because they never
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In aimsir chasta an ghárda
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Feared in the troubled times on defense
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Ach anois ó táimse im chadhan bhocht dhealbh
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But now that I am poor, miserable and alone
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Imeasc na ndúichí fáin seo
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In these foreign lands
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'Sé mo chumha croí mar fuair mé an ghairm
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I'm heart-broken because I got the call
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Bheith riamh im Spailpín Fánach
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To be a Spailpín Fánach
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Is ró-bhreá is cuimhin liom mo dhaoine bheith sealad
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I well remember my people were at one time
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Thiar ag droichead Gháile
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Over at the bridge at Gáil
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Fé bhuaí, fé chaoraí, fé laoi bheaga gheala
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With cattle, with sheep, with little white calves
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Agus capaill ann le h-áireamh
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And plenty of horses
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Acht b'é toil Chríost é gur cuireadh sinn asta
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But it was the will of God that we were evicted
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'S go ndeaghamhar i leath ár sláinte
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And we were left with only our health
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'S gurbh é bhris mo chroí i ngach tír dá rachainn
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And what broke my heart everywhere I went
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"Call here, you Spailpín Fánach"
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"Call here, you Spailpín Fánach"
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