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Níl aonach ná margadh dá bhfuil in san áit
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There is no fair or market day here
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Nach bhfaicimse Cití sí díol a cuid snáth
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On which I don't see Kitty sell her thread
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Orú scairtim isteach uirthi 's bhuailidh mé'n clár
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I invite her to the tavern and ask for beer
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Is a Chití na n-anam fan agam go lá
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And I tell her, "Kitty, my love, won't you stay with me 'til morning?"
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Níl bó níl gamhain 's níl caora bhán
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There's no cow, no calf, no white sheep
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Ó bhruach Loch Corbhaith go maol an tsléibh' bháin
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From the banks of Lake Corbhaith to the crag of the white mountain
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Nach dtabharfainn do Chití ar an aog phóg amháin
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That I wouldn't give to Kitty in exchange for a single kiss
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'S í leigheasfadh an arraing teacht fríd i mo lár
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Since she's the one who can cure all the pains in my chest
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Ó gheall tusa domhsa is gheall tú faoi dhó
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Oh you promised me on two occasions as well
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Nach ndéanfá mo mhalairt anois nó go deo
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That not now nor ever would you go with another
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Ná go bhfaca mé tusa 's fear eile ag ól
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But now I have seen you drinking with another
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I gcúl an tom dreasóg 's mug leanna ina dhorn
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Behind the bush and he had a pitcher of beer in his hand
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Ach ligfidh muid tharainn ach ní hea sin le stuaim
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But let's not talk about this now
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Is mian liomsa trácht ar Chití na gcuach
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I want to talk about Kitty of the tresses
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'S í planda an dúine í tá saoithfiúil suairc
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She's a perfect jewel of a woman in figure and character
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A shamhail ní fhaca mé theas nó ó thuaidh
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And neither in the north nor the south can a better be found
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A bhuachaill beag beadaí is mé i ngrá le bliain
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Oh kind youth, I've been in love for a year
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'S b'fhearr liom bean agam nach bhfaca mé ariamh
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I'd prefer a woman whom I've never seen before
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Ach lig mé na buachaillí sa chuideachta uaim
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But if I left the boys and their company behind
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Ná go raibh mé 'na bhaile le mo Chaitlín Triall
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It'd be to stay in the house with my Caitlín of the tresses
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Níl aon tointe ar mo bhrollach nár leig mé le gaoith
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I've nothing left that the wind hasn't taken
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'S ma fhágaim a' baile níl phillfidh mé choiche
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And if I leave the town I won't return
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Tá lionn dubh ar m'aigne is caill ar mo chiall
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I'm depressed and I lost my reason
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'S nach trom sin ar d'anam a Chaitlín Triall
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Doesn't that weigh on your soul, Caitlín of the tresses?
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