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Lyrics:
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English Translation:
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Nam bithinn fhìn an Áirde Chuain
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I wish I was in Airde-Chuain
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Ri taobh an t-slèibh ud tha fad' uam,
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Beside yon mountain that is so far from me
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B'annsa leam a dhol air chuairt,
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I would love to go on a visit
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gu Gleann nan Cuach DiDòmhnaich
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to the cuckoo glen (glendun) on a Sunday
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Agus och, och Èire uile is ò
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And oh, oh all of Ireland
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Èire lion-dubh agus ò
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Ireland, sadness and o,
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'S e mo chrìdh' tha trom agus brònach
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my heart is heavy and sad
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Is iomadh Nollaig a bha mi fhìn
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Many's a christmas I myself was there
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'M Bun Abhainn' Doinne is mi gun chìll
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in Cushendun without a care
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Ag iomain air an Tràigh bhàin
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playing hurling on the white beach
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Mo chaman bàn nam dhòrn leam
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my white hurley stick in my hand
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Nach tùrsach mis an seo leam fhìn
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Aren't I weary here, all alone and by myself?
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Nach aithnich guth coilich, lòn-dubh no draon,
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Here I don't hear cry of cock, blackbird, or corncrake,
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gealbhan, smeòrach, an naosg fhèin,
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sparrow, thrush, or even the snipe
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is chan aithnichinn fhìn an Dòmhnach
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and I can't tell which day is Sunday
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Nach e an caothach seo ' tha buan
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This is an endless struggle,
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Is air an t-seol a thrèigeas cluan
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and it makes life an illusion
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Dhealaicheas ' chaora on uan
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It seperates the sheep from the lambs
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'S dhealaicheas uam-sa m' òige
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and it seperates me from my youth
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Nam biodh agam fhìn ach coit' is ràimh
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If I only had a boat and an oar,
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Leis gun iomairinn thar an t-sàimh,
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to row over the waves,
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An dùil le Dia gun ruiginn slàn
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hoping to God to arrive safely
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Is gum faighinn bàs an Èirinn
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and so to die in Ireland
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