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This is a traditional Irish song arranged by Clannad. It appears on their live album Clannad In Concert, released in 1987.
A Neansaí, 'mhíle grá, a bhruinneall 'tá gan smál Go bhfeice mise'n t-ádh 'gus an séan ort Ba ghile do dhá láimh ná cúr geal na trá Ná'n eala 's í a' snámh ar an Éirne Is glaise liom do shúil ná braon beag den drúcht Is binne liomsa tú ná na téadaí 'S mur' n-éalaí tusa liomsa titfidh mé i lionndubh 'Gus cuirfear insa chill 'do dhéidh mé
Is iomaí sin guth mná a chluinimse 'ngach aird Abhus agus taobh thall den Éirne Go Corcaigh na gCuan 's go Béal Ath' na Sluaigh 'Sí Neansaí 'thug bua ar a' méid sin A Mhuire 'gus a Dhia, nárbh aoibhinn deas é'r saol Dá mbeinnse agus í le chéile? Tráthnóna aoibhinn ciúin, ó mise 'gus mo rún Ag cogarnaíl ar uaigneas sléibhe
Beir litir uaimse suas chuig Neansaí chaoin na gcuach Is aithris di gur buartha atá mé Aithris di arís nach gcodlaím féin aon oíche Le harraing atá trí mo thaobh deas Aithris é dá súil, aithris é dá cúl Aithris é dá méin mhaith chéillí Aithris é dá ceann 's dá béilín atá binn Gur ghiorraigh sí go cinnte mo laetha'
Nancy, my love, beautiful woman without blemish May luck and fortune accompany you Your hands are whiter than the foam on the beach Or than the swan that swims on the Eire River Your eyes are more beautiful than a dewdrop And your voice sounds prettier than harpstrings And if you don't run away with me, my life will cloud over And because of you, they will bury me
I hear the voices of many women everywhere Here, there and on the other side of the Erne River Even Cock with its ports and the city Ballinasloe Nancy is the most beautiful of all of them Oh Mary and my God, wouldn't we live well If we could both be together? On a nice, peaceful afternoon, my beloved and I Whispering things to us on the deserted plateau
Carry my letter to kind Nancy of the braids And tell her how saddened I am Tell her that I don't sleep at night That a sharp pain punctures my side Tell it to her eyes, tell it to her hair Tell it to her good and sensible mood Tell it to her head and also to her sweet mouth Tell her that she has managed to shorten my life
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