Before you edit: All changes are checked by a moderator before being published to the site and could take a few days.
Is fada ó bhaile a d’aithneochainn féin do shiúl, Do chúl buí daite faoi hata ghlan éadrom úr, Bhí blas na meala gach uile mhaidin ar bhéal mo rúin, Roimhe Shamhain gan amhras beidh faire orm féin le cumhaidh.
Fuair mé féirín ó mo chéadsearc agus póg san oích’, A bhfuil beo in Éirinn ní leigheasfadh siad mo bhrón faraoir, Tá mé réidh leat nó go ndéantar domh cónair chaol, ’S go bhfásaidh an féar glas agus an neantóg fríd lár mo chroí.
A shúil is glaise go mór ná an chuiscreach nuair is úire a bláth, Scéal cinnte go gcaoinfinn gan staonadh dá gcluinfinn do dháil, Feara Éireann agus iad a bheith cruinn air an aon chnoc amháin, A ghrá, dá bhféadainn is tú féin a bheadh agam ar láimh.
Nach iomaí cailín óg borb níos pósadh baoth, Gan eallach teacht an earraigh, móin ná líon, Gan seisreach a threabhfadh an talamh ná gráinnín síl, Ach a babaí ar a deasláimh is a cró gan díon
Bheirim comhairle do mhnáibh óga dá nglacfadh siad uaim é, Gan a bheith ag ól leis na fearaibh óga ná ag creidbheáil a scéil, Ní bhíonn siad leofa ach mar dhoirteofaí an t-uisce ón ghréin A Rí na Glóire, tabhair comhairle mo leasa orm féin
Far from home in your own aithneochainn away, Your yellow flowing fresh light on a clean hat, was honey taste mouth all morning on my secrets, Previous November undoubtedly myself will watch homesickness.
I received a gift from my sweetheart and kiss in the night, A is live in Ireland they cure my sorrow, sad, I'm ready for you or me that narrow path, and that bhfásaidh the green grass and the nettles through my heart.
His eyes greenest highly than the reed canary grass where freshness flower, not as a gcaoinfinn relentless if I hear your distribute, grasses Ireland and to be exact it of any hill one, A love, both bhféadainn as you I would hand.
Not many young girl more drastic and unwise marriage, Without cattle in spring, turf than numbers, Without a threabhfadh seisreach the ground than a pinch of seed, But baby at deasláimh as roofless shed
I give advice to the women young if they would from me, Without drinking with the men of younger than creidbheáil a way, are not they leofa but dhoirteofaí the water from the sun King of Glory, give advice my interest myself
SongsInIrish.com is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to amazon.com or amazon.co.uk.