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English Translation
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'S, a Bhideach na gcarad
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Oh little one, my friend
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Tuig feasta nach súgradh é
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Understand it's no fun
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Ó thug mo chroí gean duit
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Since my heart gave affection to you
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Ar mhalairt ná diúltaigh mé
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In exchange, don't refuse me
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Má shíl tú mé 'mhealladh
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If you thought to woo me
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Le bladar deas ciúin do bhéil
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With the quiet sweet talk of your mouth
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Ach go dtug mise gean duit
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But that I gave affection to you
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Seachas cailíní deas an tsaoil
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Rather than all the lovely girls in the world
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'S, a Bhríd Thomáis Mhurcha
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And, Bríd Thomáis Mhurcha
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Molaimse an barr leat féin
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I praise you to the heights
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Ar ghile, ar fhinne
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In brightness, in fairness
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Ar dheise 'gus áille méin
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In bestness and lovely demeanor
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Tá a cúilín deas triop'llach
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Her mane is lovely and shapely
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'S í fite mar thrilseán óir
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And woven like something gold
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'S an té a bheadh gan amharc
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And he who is without sight
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Go dtabharfadh sé soilse dó
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It would give light to him
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Rachad go Gaillimh
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I would go to Galway
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Go gceannaí mé gairdín úll
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And buy an orchard
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Loingeas ar farraig' le haghaidh
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A fleet on the sea
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Bheith a' déanamh spóirt
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So as to be making sport
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'Filleadh ó Shligeach dom
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To return from Sligo
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'Gus leid bheag 'fháil do m'chomhair
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And an opportunity to find in front of me
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'S ní chónóinn fá bhealach
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And I would not tarry along the way
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Go mblaisfinn de phóg mo stóir
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Until I tasted the kiss of my darling
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Má bhí mise folamh
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If I was empty
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Dar m'fhocal, ba mhór a' scéal
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Upon my word, a big story it would be
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Is a liachtaí bean deas
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And __ lovely woman
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A thug taitneamh do ghlór mo bhéil
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Who gave joy to the sound of my voice
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Dá mbeadh sé 'g cur seaca
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If it was frosty
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'G cur sneachta i ngach ceard den spéir
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Snowing in every part of the sky
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Ach tusa a bheith i m'aice
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But you to be beside me
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Ní aireoinnse buaireamh an tsaoil
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I would not feel the sorrow of life
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'S, a Aonmhac Mhuire
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Oh only Son of Mary
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'Chuir an cuileann tríd a' bhféar a' fás
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The __ went through the growing grass
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Nach mise an trua Mhuire
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Isn't it my sorrow, oh Mary
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'S mé a' caill' lúth na ngéag le grá?
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That I lost the energy in my limbs through love?
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Ach má tá sé 'nár gcinniúint
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But if it's our destiny
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Nach féidir dúinn a chéile 'fháil
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That we cannot have each other
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Bíodh tusa 'do choinneal
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Be you keeping yourself
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'S beidh mise i m'fhéileacán
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And I will become gay
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