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Cianach corrach a chodail mé an oíche aréir,’S ba bhrónach m’aigne ar maidin le spéarthaí an lae, Ualach tuirse agus tinnis i lár mo chléibh, ’S, a Rí na Cruinne, nach dona mar a fágadh mé.
Thiar chois toinne agus loinnir an lae ag fáil bháis, Sea a chonaic mé an ainnir ’na seasamh i mbéal na trá, A bráid is a muineál ba ghile ná sneachta ar móin, ’S a caoinroisc bharrúil gur mhearaigh mo chiall go deo.
D’éirigh an ghealach agus chealg sí an saol ’un suain, Agus spréigh sí a solas mar fhallaing ar shléibhte an chuain, Crónan an easa gur dheise ná glórthaí píob, Agus tuaim na toinne gur bhinne ná ceolta sí.
Sé mo ghéarghoin tinnis gur éalaigh an aisling chaoin, Tháinig néalta dorcha a d’fholaigh uaim grá mo chroí, In uaigneas an ghleanna, áit ab ansa liom lá den tsaol, ’S nach brónach a gholaim tráth a chluinim an chuach ar craobh.
’S a mhaighdean mhaiseach, tar seal i mo chomhair ar cuairt, Agus cóirigh mo leabaidh le scratha agus le fóide fuar, Cealg mé a chodladh le glórthaí do bhéilín binn, In uaigneas an ghleanna, an áit ar tharla le chéile sinn.
Cianach stormy I slept last night, and my mind was a sad day spéarthaí morning, load fatigue and illness in the middle of my heart, 'S, King of the universe, not bad as I left.
West also wave and shine dying day, Yes I saw the maid were standing in the mouth of the beach, A before it is neck was brighter than snow on turf, And caoinroisc bharrúil that drove my senses forever.
The moon was successful and the life she led astray 'un asleep, and her light sprinkle as the harbor robe mountains, murmur of the waterfall that Opportunity or pipe voice, and the tumulus of the wave that sweeter than music from her.
It escaped my illness ghéarghoin graciously dream, came the dark clouds that hid my love my heart, In the solitude of the valley, where I loved, has bounced And sad to gholaim when I hear the cuckoo on branch.
Ornamental virgin and, after a spell in visiting me, Make my bed with scratha and cold ground where, sting me to sleep with your mouth sweet voice, In the Shadow of the Glen, the place where we meet.
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