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English Translation
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Is é mo choí gan mise maidin aerach
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I regret that on this airy morning
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Amuigh i mBéarra im' sheasamh ar an dtrá
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I am not out in Béarra sitting on the beach
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Is guth na n-éan 'o'm tharraing tha na sléibhte cois na farraige
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With the voices of birds drawing me over the mountains beside the sea
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Go Céim an Aitinn mar ambíonn mo ghrá
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To the Pass of the Furze where my love is
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Is obann aoibhinn aiteasach do léimfhinn
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I would caper about happily, pleasantly
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Do rithfhinn saor ó anabhroid an tláis
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I would run free from doubts and fears
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Do thabharfainn droim le scamallaibh an tsaoil seo
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I turn my back on the clouds of this life
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Dá bhfaighinn mo léirdhothain d'amharc ar mo chaoimshearc bán
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If I could ever get my fill of looking at my fair sweetheart
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Is é mo dhíth bheith ceangailte go faonlag
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It is my sadness to be bound here in weakness
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Is neart mo chléibh dá thachtadh 'nseo sa tsráid
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The power of my spirit suffocated here in the streets
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An fhad tá réim na habhann agus gaoth ghlan na farraige
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While the rivers flow and the pure sea wind
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Ag glaoch is gairm ar an gcroí seo i m'lár
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Calls and summons the heart within me
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Is milis bríomhar leathanbhog an t-aer ann
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The air there is sweet and vigorous and soft
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Is gile ón ngréin go farsing ar an mbán
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And bright is the sun that shines on the grasslands
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Is ochón, a ríbhean bhanúil na gcraobhfholt
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But alas, oh gentle queen of the curly hair
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Gan sinne araon i measc an aitinn mar do bhímis tráth
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That we are not together amidst the furze as once we were
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