Ainnir dheas na gciabhfholt donn
Young Woman gciabhfholt south of brownIrish
Thréig mé lucht an Bhéarla agus búclaí bróg,
Thréig mise an méid sin mar gheall ort, a stór,
Mar ndúil is go mbeinn is tú, a chéadsearc, maidin chiúin cheo,
Sinn ag éisteacht le géimneach sealbhán deas bó.
Is é a deir Colm Cille linn go hifreann nach dtéid beo,
Lucht an tsaibhris, go gceileann siad a bpáirt mhór ar Dhia,
Nach mór é an tubaiste don duine dár dtearnadh riamh
Oiread a chruinniú is a choinneochadh as parthas iad.
D’imigh mé mar d’imeochadh mo shnua agus mo ghné,
D’imigh mé mar d’imeochadh fáinne geal an lae,
D’imigh mé mar d’imeochadh an sneachta ón ghréin,
Nó mar bheinn ar oileán is thiocfadh tuile orm is bháithfí mé.
Go mbreacaí mo dhá mhailidh agus go liathaí mo cheann,
Comh geal leis an eala atá ar Shliabh Uí Fhloinn,
Go dté mo bhean i dtalamh is ina dhiaidh sin a clann,
Beidh cuimhne agam ort, a ainnir dheas na gciabhfholt donn.
English (machine translation)
I abandoned the English community and shoe buckles,
I abandoned so much about you, dear,
For that I am confident that you, sweetheart, quiet morning mist,
We listen to pretty géimneach cow holdings.
Is Columba says we live dtéid hell not,
By the wealthiest, that they hide a major part of God,
Not great for a disaster is our ever dtearnadh
Raising as much as they choinneochadh from paradise.
I went to my shnua imeochadh and my element,
I went imeochadh dawning of the day,
I went to imeochadh the snow from the sun,
Or as I would flood the island that I could as I bháithfí.
In my two mhailidh mbreacaí and liathaí my head,
Joint bright with swan on Mount O'Flynn,
Till my land lady afterwards her family,
I will remember you, maiden gciabhfholt south of brown.
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