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Agus bhí mise oíche faoi Fhéile Bríde |
And I was one night on Saint Bridget's Day |
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Ag tórramh thíos is sa gCaisleán Gearr |
At a wake down at Castlegar |
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Is ann a dhearc mé an aoileann a dtug mé gnaoi dhi |
It is there that I saw a fair maid that I took a liking to |
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Mar bhí sí aoibhinn deas aerach ciúin |
For she was enchanting, lovely, happy, serene |
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Ó sí go cinnte a mharaigh m'intinn |
Oh it is she who surely confused my mind |
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Agus leá na bhFiann ní leigheasfadh mé |
And the finest doctors would not cure me |
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Nó go dtaga an spéirbhean is mo chuislí a fhéachaint |
Until the beautiful woman comes and checks my pulse |
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Ba ghearr ina dhiaidh sin go mbheinn níos fearr |
It's only then that I would feel better |
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Mar sé fáth mo bhuaireamh nach bhfaighim cead cuartaíocht |
Because the reason for my sadness is that I am not allowed to visit |
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Sna gleanntáin uaigneach' ina mbíonn mo ghrá |
In the lonely valleys where my love goes |
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Mar tá fear eile ag faire uirthi go ló is go oíche |
Because another man is minding her through day and night |
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Agus ag déanamh suas le mo mhuirnín bán |
And courting with my fair love |
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Ach dá mbeadh fhios agamsa nach tú bhí i ndán dom |
But if I knew that you were not meant for me |
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Ní dhéanfainn gáirí ná súgradh leat |
I would not laugh nor play with you |
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'S go raibh mo chroí istigh chomh dúnta i ngrá leat |
And that my heart was so closed in love with you |
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Mar a bhuailfí tairne trí mo chroí isteach |
As a nail that would be driven through my heart |
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Nárbh fearr liom an scian a chur trí mo chroí |
I would rather put a knife through my heart |
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'S mé a fhágáil sínte nó go bhfaighinn bás |
And for me to be left until I would die |
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Ná bheith do mo dhíbirt i bhfad ó mo mhuintir |
Than to be driven far away from my people |
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Mar bheadh sinneán gaoithe ón gCaisleán Gearr |
Like a gust of wind blowing from Castlegar |
