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A Phaidí a ghrá, má d’imigh tú go dtige tú slán, Char imigh tú nó gur lagaigh tú an croí a bhí in mo chliabh, Dá mbíodh coite agam a d’iomróchadh ’do dhiaidhsa, long nó bád, ’S go bhfuil an fharraige ina tonna gorma agus ní féidir domh snámh.
Tá na deora seo ag déanamh ródaí ar gach taobh de mo ghruaidh, Tráthnóna Dé Domhnaigh is ar maidin Dé Luain, Nuair a smaointím ar an té údaí a bhí agam inniu nó inné, ’S go bhfuil mo sweetheart i bhfad ó bhaile is gur fhág sé mise liom féin.
A Phaidí, cad chuige nach dtáinig tú aniar faoi choim? A dh’amharc ar do sweetheart a bhí ina luí lag breoite tinn, Nuair a shíl mé í a fháil sa bhaile romham ’na suí, Sé a fuair mé druidte i dtalamh é i gcónair chaol.
I mBaile an Chaisleáin chois Lochair a chodlaíos grá geal mo chroí, Nó ar an bhaile udaí eile tá síos lena thaobh, Tá súil as aon Mhac Muire agam agus as grásta aon Mhic Dé, Go gcodlóchaidh mé i Lochar in ascaill ghrá geal mo chléibh.
A Phaidí, cad chuige ar thréig tú mé mar gheall le maoin ná le stór? A Phaidí, cad chuige ar thréig tú mé mar gheall le cíos ná le hór? A Phaidí, do chúl buí daite is do bhéilín binn. Go dté mé i dtalamh go mbeidh cuimhne agam ar do chomhrá liom.
A Paddy love, if you left that you dtige secure, Char you went or you weakened heart that was my chest, As I used to be a iomróchadh cot 'for dhiaidhsa, ship or boat, And that's a ton of blue sea and the beach can not swim.
The tears do Ródaí on each side of my cheeks, Sunday evening is on Monday morning, When Udai smaointím the person I was today or yesterday, And my sweetheart far from home that I left on my own.
A Paddy, why do not you become resilient secret? A dh'amharc your sweetheart was lying sick sick poor, When she thought of me to get home 'of sitting, I found it closed in land corridor is narrow.
In addition Ballycastle sleeping Lochair love of my heart, Or on the other yonder home with a down side, Hope for any Son of Mary I and any of God's grace, So I gcodlóchaidh Lochar avenues love of my life.
A Paddy, why have you forsaken me because property or treasure? A Paddy, why have you forsaken me because rent than gold? A Paddy, behind yellow colored your sweet lips. I land till I remembered that conversation for me.
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