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English Translation
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D'aithníos féin gan bhréag ar fhuacht
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I knew well by the cold
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'S ar anfa Thétis taobh le cuan
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And the fury of Titus by the shore
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Ar chanadh na n-éan go séiseach suairc
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By the tuneful, merry singing of the birds
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Go gcasadh mo Shéasar glé gan ghruaim
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That my Caesar would return free from gloom
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Measaim gur subhach don Mhumhain an fhuaim
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I think it's a happy sound for Munster
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'S dá maireann go dubhach de chrú na mbua
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And for the downtrodden descendants of victors
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Torann na dtonn le sleasaibh na long
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The crashing of waves on the sides of ships
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Ag tarraingt go teann 'n-ár gceann ar cuairt
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Advancing toward us, to be with us
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Tá lasadh sa ghréin gach lae go neoin
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There's a light in the sun each day 'til noon
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Ní taise don ré, ní théann fé neoil
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And the moon passes under no cloud
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Tá barra na gcraobh ag déanamh sceoil
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The tops of the trees are announcing
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Nach fada bheidh Gaeil i ngéibheann bróin
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That the Gaels will not be sadly fettered much longer
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Measaim gur súbhach don Mhumhain an ceol
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I think it's music for Munster
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'S dá maireann go dubhach de chrú na dtreon
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And those sad descendants of the mighty
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Torann na dtonn le sleasaibh na long
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The crashing of waves on the sides of ships
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Ag tarraingt go teann 'n-ár gceann fé sheol
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Heading fast toward us under sail
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Is annamh dom maidin ar amharc an lae
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It's a rare morning at daybreak
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Ná bainim chum reatha go farraige síos
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That I won't take a run down to the sea
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Mo dhearca dá leathadh ag faire de shíor
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My gaze extends, constantly searching for the ships
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Ar bharcaibh an fharaire ag gearradh na slí
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Of the brave one to come slashing through
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Measaim gur súbhach don Mhumhain 's gur binn
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I think it's happy and sweet for Munster
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'S dá maireann go dubhach de chrú na rí
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And the oppressed descendants of kings
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Torann na long ag scoilteadh na dtonn
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The thundering of the ships splitting the waves
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Ag tarraingt go teann 'n-ár gceann gan mhoill
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Making their way swiftly toward us
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