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Sé fáth mo bhuartha nach bhfaighim cead cuarta Sa ngleanntán uaigneach a mbíonn mo ghrá, Bíonn mil ar luachair ann ’gus im ar uachtar ’Gus i dtús an fhómhair a bhíos na crainn faoi bhláth; Níl gaoth aduaidh ann ’s níl fearthainn chrua ann, Tá caladh is cuan ann ag long is ag bád, Tá tuilleadh bua ann, níl turas na Cruaiche ann, Don té a dhéanfadh suas lena mhuirnín bán.
Agus shíl mé, a stóirín, nuair a bhí tú óg deas, Go ndéanfása foghlaim ar éalú liom, ’S nach mbíodh tráthnóna ná maidin fhómhair, Nárbh thú an réalt eolais a bhí ag gabháil romham; Ag siúl na drúchta is na gcoillte cnómhar, Ní bheadh orm brón ná briseadh croí, Ach mé bheith pósta ag mo mhíle stóirín, Is mo lámh go bródúil ar a com deas mín.
Is ar shliabh go cinnte atá stór mo chroí-sa, Is ní chodlaím oíche ach ag déanamh bróin, Is í gúna an tsíoda í, is í méara míne í, Béal tanaí dílis agus mheall sí a lán; Ba bhinne liom uaim í sna gleannta ar uaigneas Ná ceiliúradh cuaiche ná ceol na n-éan, ’S go mb’fhearr liom an uair sin dá mba liom an stuabhean Ná an lámh an uachtar ar chlanna Gael.
It's why my concerns have not obtained permission port of call In the vale lonely my love is, is honey on rushes and butter cream and early autumn I was the trees bloom; not northerly wind and not rain hard there is a wharf that harbors by ship by boat, have more success there, not able to ride Reek, For those who would up its darling white.
And I thought, darling, when you were young, pretty, That Can you make learning escape me, and bustle of the evening or the morning of autumn, it not be done the guiding star which accompanied me; Walking the dew as the woods cnómhar, not I would regret not heartache, But I get married, my darling, is my hand proudly on a nice smooth com.
The mountain definitely are, my heart-in, is not chodlaím night but making grief, is the dress of silk was, is mayor finer it, mouth thin faithful and attracted a lot; sweeter her from me in the valleys loneliness Do not celebrate music cuckoo bird, and I prefer the time I stuabhean if not the hand cream Gael families.
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