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English Translation
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Is oth liom féinig bualadh an lé úd
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I lament for the defeat of that day
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Do dhul ar Ghaeil bhochta is na céadta slad
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On the poor Irish with hundreds slaughtered
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Mar tá na méirligh ag déanamh game dinn
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For the villains all making game of us
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Á rá nach aon ní leo pike nó sleá
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Saying they don't mind pikes or spades
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Níor tháinig ár major i dtús an lae chugainn
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Our major never came to us at dawn
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Is ní rabhamar féin ann i gcóir ná i gceart
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So we were not properly ready or prepared
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Ach mar sheolfaí aoireacht bó gan aoire
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But like a herd of cattle with no herdsman
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Ar thaoth na gréine de Shliabh na mBan
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On the sunny side of Slievenamon
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Mo léan léir ar an dream gan éifeacht
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My complete sorrow for that crowd with no wisdom
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Nár fhan le héirim is d'oíche stad
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Who didn't wait for the horsemen and the night's end
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Go mhéadh dúiche Déiseach is Iarthar Éireann
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So the hosts of South Munster and West Ireland
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Ag triall le chéile ón tír aneas
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Could gather together from the southern lands
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Bhéadh ár gcampaí déanta le fórsaí tréana
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Our camps would have been full of powerful forces
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Bhéadh cúnamh Dé linn is an saol ar fad
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We would have had the help of God and the whole world
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Is ní dhíolfadh méirleach roimh theacht an aoire
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And the villain would not have betrayed us before the herdsman came
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Ar thaoth na gréine de Shliabh na mBan
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On the sunny side of Slievenamon
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