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English Translation
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Air feasgar meallta a measg nan adag
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One beguiling evening among the sheaves
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Is pairt gun a bhuain, thainig tu'n rathad
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With some of the corn uncut you came by
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Is chuir mi mo speal an sin am falach
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And I put my scythe then in hiding
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Air eagal gun deanadh am faobhar do ghearradh
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For fear that the edge of the blade would cut you
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Ho ro o i o ho ro eile
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Ho ro o i o ho ro eile
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Bha ar saoghal cho cruinn ris an achadh-bhuana
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Our world was rounded like the harvest field
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Ged bha cuid dheth abaich is cuid dheth uaine
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Though a part was ripe and a part green
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An la ri obair 's an oidhche ri bruadar
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The day to work, and the night to dream
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Is dh'eirich a ghealach a meadhon suaimhneis
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And the moon rose in the midst of content
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Ho ro o i o ho ro eile
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Ho ro o i o ho ro eile
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Dh'fhag mi beagan ri bhuain am maireach
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I left a little to cut on the morrow
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Is choisich sinn comhla eadar na rathan
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And we walked together between the swathes
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Thuit thu air speal bha fear eile air fhagail
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You fell on a scythe that another had left
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Is ghearradh do chneas, is dhuilt e slanach
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And your skin was cut and refused to heal
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Ho ro o i o ho ro eile
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Ho ro o i o ho ro eile
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