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Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney |
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Ta mo chleamhnas deanta o athru areir |
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S'ni mo na go dtaithnioonn an bhean liom fein |
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Ach fagfaidh me i mo dhiaidh i |
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'gus imeoidh me liom fein |
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Ar fud na gcoillte craobhach |
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My match it was made here last night |
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To a girl I neither love nor like |
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But I'll take my own advice |
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And leave her behind |
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And go roaming the wild woods all over. |
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Shiuil mise thoir agus shiuil mise thiar. |
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Shiuil mise Corcaigh 'gus sraide Bh'l'ath Cliath |
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Ach samhail de mo chailin deas ni fhaca mise riamh. |
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'Si an bhean dubh a dhfhag mo chroi craite |
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I walked up and I walked down. |
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I walked Cork, and Dublin, and Belfast towns, |
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But no equal to my true love could I find. |
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She's the wee lass that's left my heart broken. |
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D'eirigh me ar maidin dha uair roimh an la |
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'gus fuair me litir o mo mhile ghra |
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Chuala me an smoilin 's an londubh a ra |
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Gur ealiagh mo ghra thar saile |
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I got up two hours before day |
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And I got a letter from my true love. |
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I heard the blackbird and linnet say |
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That my love had crossed the ocean. |