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Idir Aird Mhór is Eochaill sa ród seal do bhíos |
'Twas between Ardmore and Youghal, I was once on the road |
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Ar chóngar na taoide is í ag tráchaint |
Near the tide when it was ebbing |
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Sea do dhearcas an ógbhean go mómharach binn |
That I beheld the gentle sweet young lady |
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'S a cuacha léi cíortha go básta |
With her tresses combed down to her waist |
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Is cailín ó Eochaill í, is eolach dom í |
She's a girl from Youghal that I know |
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Is tá sí gan pósadh go dpósfadsa í |
And she'll be unmarried until I marry her |
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Tá coróin geal i'm phóca 'gus ólfaimíd í |
There's a bright crown in my pocket and we'll drink it |
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Agus fágfaimíd siúd mar atá mé |
And we'll leave things as they are |
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Do thugas grá chléibh' duit, a spéirbhean, ar dtúis |
I offered you sincere love, oh beautiful woman, at first |
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Nuair a leagas mo shúil ar do bhánchnis |
When I set my eyes on your fair skin |
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Is go mbfhearr liom ná mórchuid den ór atá agat |
And I'd rather than most of the gold you own |
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Go mbeifeá sa chúinne ag mo mháithrín |
That you'd be in the corner with my dear mother |
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Bheadh do bhabaí breá bó agat tráthnóna le crú |
Your baby would be beautiful, you'd have a cow to milk in the evening |
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Is do leaba breá cóirithe go ló duit sa rúm |
And your fine bed made up until day for you in the room |
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Chuirfinn búclaí i'd bhróga luach coróineach is púnt |
I'd put buckles on your shoes, worth a pound and a crown |
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Is, a stóirín, ná tabharfá do lámh dom? |
And, my darling, won't you give me your hand? |
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Ní thabharfainn mo lámh duit go brách le haon fhonn |
I wouldn't gladly ever give you my hand |
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Go gcuirfead scéala ar dtúis chun mo mháithrín |
Until I'd first let my dear mother know |
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Mar fuair sí do thuairisc go suarach ar dtúis |
Because she has heard of your bad reputation at first |
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Gur minic do chúrsa go dtí an tábhairne |
That 'tis often you head for the pub |
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Nárbh aon ní leat ól ó'n choróin go dtí'n punt |
That's it no bother for you to drink from a crown to a pound |
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Ag caitheamh do stóir ar mhná óga is ar lionn |
Spending your money on young women and stout |
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Tar éis díol as fear cheoil ní bheidh feoirling i'd phúitse |
After paying the musician you won't have a farthing in your purse |
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Is a stróille, cé thabharfadh bean bhreá dhuit? |
So, you ne'er-do-well, who would give you a fine woman |
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Ná creidse na scéalta, na bréaga atá ar siúl |
Don't you believe the stories, the lies that go around |
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Is annamh mo thuras go tigh tábhairne |
It's seldom I go to the pub |
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Tá airgead i'm phóca is mórchuid i'm thrúnc |
I've money in my pocket and a lot in my trunk |
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Níor ólas riamh punt ar aon láthair |
I never drank a pound in any place |
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Bheadh a mhalairt de ghnó againn sa bhfómhar atá chughainn |
'Twill be another story in the next autumn |
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'Baint garraithe prátaí is ag cur stácaí ar a mbonn |
Digging fields of potatoes and building stooks of corn |
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Is mo mhacha bheith lán de bha bána is dubha |
And my fields will be full of cows, black and white |
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Gan aoinne chun iad a chrú ach mo mháithrín |
With no one to milk them but my dear mother |
