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Ó, luím ar mo leaba agus ní chodlaím aon néal go maidin,Ach ag meabhrú ar mo mhadadh beag a d’imigh uaim sa scarthanaidh.
Curfá: Och, och, mo mhadadh beag, och, och, mo mhadadh beag! Tá piachán i mo sceadamán ag scairtigh ar mo mhadadh beag.
A choileáin bhig ’bhí soineanta ’s ’bhí stuama, críonna, cineálta, D’imigh tú uaim le bánú an lae ’s níor phill tú riamh ó shin orm.
Curfá
Is iomaí maidin shamhraidh, óró, a sheol tú amach na gamhna dom, ’Un tSléibhe Ruaidh is éan na cuaiche ag seinm ceoil sna gleanntáin dúinn.
Tá an eala ar Loch na Carraige, tá bric ar Loch an Charbaid, Tá fir ag gabháil ’na farraige i mbádaí is seoltaí geala orthu.
Ó gealladh coileán eile domh, ar acht mo chur ó mhairgnigh, Ach ní thiocfaidh a choíche aon cheann eile chun tí, ó chaill mé féin mo mhadadh beag.
Oh, luím on my bed and not any stunning chodlaím that morning, But recalling my little dog I had gone in scarthanaidh.
Chorus: Och, och, my little dog, och, och, my little dog! There hoarseness in my throat calling my little dog.
A small puppy 'was hazy and' was prudent, wise, kind, You have left me with no dawn and you had returned me ever since.
Chorus
Many summer morning, oh, you sent me in the calf, 'Un Red Mountain is the cuckoo bird playing music in the valleys us.
Swan Lake is the Rock, Lake trout are the chariots, men are engaged "in mbádaí sea is bright addresses them.
From another cub promised me, on my take from mhairgnigh act, not to ever come to any other house, since I lost my little dog.
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