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Lyrics
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English Translation
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Is na finne prátaí
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The fine potatoes
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Is a smól buí orthu
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A yellow blight is on them
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Is ár __ leata le hocras
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And our __ with the hunger
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Is ní fada a bheimis beo
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It is not long that we will be alive
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Táimid caillte go deo
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We are lost forever
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Is faoin bhfód a bheidh muintir Mhaigh Eo
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And underneath the sod will be the people of Mayo
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Curfá
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Chorus (after each verse)
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Ochón, ochón, ochón
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Alas, alas, alas
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Ochón aimsir an droch shaoil
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Woe, time of the poor life
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Ochón, ochón, ochón
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Alas, alas, alas
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Ochón an Gorta Mhór
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Woe, the Great Famine
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Tá bean thuas i mBreatain
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A woman is up in Britain
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Gan cluas ár ndaoine
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Without an ear for our people
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Is níl súil ár ndeora ach Banríon na bhflaitheas
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And no one sees our tears but the Lady of Paradise
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Táimid breoite le tinneas
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We are sick with illness
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Gan aon rud le n-ithe
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Without anything to eat
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Is ár mias is lín imithe thar lear
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And our food-vessels and flax are gone over the sea
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Tá na daoine briste
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The people are broken
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Buartha is scaipthe le gaoth
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Pained and scattered to the wind
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Is ár leanaí sceantaí ar thaobh na mbóthar
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And our children are discarded on the side of the road
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Níl talamh a roinnt
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Our land is not divided
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Níl fad í le baint
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It is not long since it has been harvested
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Ach an féar fada fásach ag fás orainn
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Nothing but the long wild grass is growing over us
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