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Le meán an fhómhair dá chaitheamh dom |
By mid-autumn I was spent |
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Ba mhór dubhach mo scéal |
My story was a very sad one |
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Go breoite, brónach, atuirseach |
Sick, sorrowful and weary was I |
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Gan sólás insa' tsaol |
Without consolation in life |
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Mo pháircín féir gan gearradh uaim |
My little field of grass uncut |
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De dheascaibh clainn an Bhreacluain |
On account of the family of Brackloon |
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'Gus féar na gcomharsan treascartha |
And the neighbors' grass already cut |
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Á chíoradh le gréin |
And dried by the sun |
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Dá bhfaighinnse speal ó Shasana |
If I had a scythe from England |
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'Gus crann ó Locha Léin |
And a handle from Lough Leane |
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Cloch is clár is gaineamh air |
A stone and a board and sand on it |
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Ó dhúiche Uí Néill |
From the country of O'Neill |
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Do chuirfinn faobhar ar maidin suas |
I would give it an edge in the morning |
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'Sheasódh ar feadh na seachtaine |
That would stand for the whole week |
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Is bearrtha 'bheadh an t-acra |
And the acre would be cut |
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Le fáinne an lae |
By daybreak |
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Do shmaoiníos féin im' aigne |
I was thinking to myself |
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San oíche trím' néal |
At night while I slept |
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Go raibh beirt fhear óga chalma |
That there were two brave young men |
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Do mhaíomh a bhfaobhar |
Boasting of their sharpness |
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Féna ndéin do ghaibh mo theachtaire |
My message was dispatched to them |
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Chun mo pháircín féin do ghearradh dhom |
To cut my little field for me |
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'S is grámhar, fáilteach freagarthach |
And loving, welcoming, responsive |
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Do thánadar araon |
They both came |
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I gcóir is i bhfaobhar bhí speal acu |
Ready and sharp they had a scythe |
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Le fáinne an lae |
At daybreak |
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'S do luíodar siúd go slachtmhar glan |
And they leaned cleanly and tidily |
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Is iad ag baint an fhéir |
Into the work of cutting the grass |
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Seala beag don eadartha |
A little before milking time |
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'S a lán don lá gan caitheamh fós |
And a great part of the day not yet spent |
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Do bhí dóthain siúd di leagaithe |
Enough of it was cut |
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'S é bearrtha go cré |
And it shaved to the earth |
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