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Thíos i lár an ghleanna tráthnóna beag aréir, Agus an drúcht ina dheora geala ina luí ar bharr an fhéir, Sea casadh domhsa an ainnir ab áille gnúis is pearsa, Sí a sheol mo stuaim ’un seachráin tráthnóna beag aréir.
Agus a Rí, nár lách ár n-ealaín ag goil síos an gleann aréir, Ag éalú fríd an chanach agus ciúnas ins an spéir, Órú, a rún mo chléibh, nár mhilis ár súgradh croí is nár ghairid, Is a Rí na glóire gile, tabhair ar ais an oíche aréir.
Do chiabhfholt fáinneach frasach, do mhailí bhán’, do dhéad, Do chaolchoim álainn mhaiseach agus glórthaí caoin’ do bhéil, Do bhráid mar chlúmh na heala, do shúil mar réalt na maidine, Ó faraor gur dhual dúinn scaradh tráthnóna beag aréir.
Agus, a Rí, nár lách ár n-ealaín ag goil síos an gleann aréir, Ag éalú fríd an chanach agus ciúnas ins an spéir, Órú, a rún mo chléibh, nár mhilis ár súgradh croí is nár ghairid, Ó, is a Rí na glóire gile, tabhair ar ais an oíche aréir.
Dá bhfaighinnse arís cead pilleadh ’gus labhairt le stór mo chléibh, Nó dá bhfaighinnse buaidh ar an chinniúint, char mhiste liom fán tsaol, Shiúlfainn leat fríd chanach, fríd mhéilte ar chiumhais na mara, ’Gus dúiche Dé dá gcaillfinn, go bpógfainnse do bhéal.
Agus a Rí, nár lách ár n-ealaín ag goil síos an gleann aréir, Ag éalú fríd an chanach agus ciúnas ins an spéir, Órú, a rún mo chléibh, nár mhilis ár súgradh croí is nár ghairid, Ó, is a Rí na glóire gile, tabhair ar ais an oíche aréir.
Below in the valley center yesterday evening, and the tears in their bright dew lying on top of the grass, Sea turns to me the most beautiful maiden is individual face, She is my initiative launched 'un distractions last evening.
And God, our art was going down the glen last night Stealing through the tax and silence in the sky, ORU, the secret of my heart, not sweet our play heart and short, a glorious King brightness, bring back last night.
For chiabhfholt Frasach ring, for white Mali ', for dhéad, your beautiful chaolchoim Ornamental and voice cry' your mouth, your submission as the swan plumage, your eye as the morning star, From sorrows that we ply separation last evening.
And, God, our art was going down the glen last night Stealing through the tax and silence in the sky, ORU, the secret of my heart, not sweet our play heart and short, Oh, King the bright glory, bring back last night.
If I got permission to return and speak to the love of my heart, Or if I took the victory on the fate, char would I care about life, walk with you through cotton, milled through the edge of the sea, And God district lose if, that I could kiss your mouth.
And God, our art was going down the glen last night Stealing through the tax and silence in the sky, ORU, the secret of my heart, not sweet our play heart and short, Oh, King bright glory, bring back last night.
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