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Curfa |
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'Si mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear |
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'Si mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear. |
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Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin |
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O chuaigh in gciin mo Ghile Mear. |
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Bmmse buan ar buairt gach ls |
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Ag caoi go ctuaidh 's ag tuar na ndeor |
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Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beo |
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'S na rmomhtar tuairisc uaidh mo bhrsn. |
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Nm lagnrann cuach go suairc ar nsin |
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Is nml guth gadhair i gcoillte cns |
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Na maidin shamhraidh i gcleanntaibh ceoi |
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O d'imigh uaim an buachaill beo. |
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Marcach uasal uaibhreach sg |
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Gas gan gruaim is suairce sns |
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Glac is luaimneach luath i ngleo |
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Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuairgan tria |
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Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil |
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Is liontair tainte cart ar bord |
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Le hinntinn ard gan chaim gan cheo |
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Chun saol is slainte d'fhail don leon. |
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Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha |
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'S Eire go liir faoi chlscaibh dubha |
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Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin |
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O luaidh i gciin mo Ghile Mear. |
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Seal da rabhas im'mhaighdean shiimh |
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'S anois im' bhaintreach chaite thriith |
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Mo chiile ag treabhadh ne dtonn go trian |
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De bharr na gcnoc is in imigiin. |
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English Translation (thanks to Marina Antolioni) |
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Chorus |
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He is my hero, my dashing darling |
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He is my Caesar, dashing darling. |
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I've had no rest from forebodings |
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Since he went far away my darling. |
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Every day I am constantly sad |
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Weeping bitterly and shedding tears |
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Because our lively lad has left us |
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And no news from him is heard alas. |
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The cuckoo sings not pleasantly at noon |
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And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-filled woods, |
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Nor summer morning in misty glen |
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Since he went away from me, my lively boy. |
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Noble, proud young horseman |
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Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant countenace |
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A swift-moving hand, quick in a fight, |
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Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong. |
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Let a strain be played on musical harps |
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And let many quarts be filled |
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With high spirit without fault or mist |
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For life and health to toast my lion. |
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Dashing darling for a while under sorrow |
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And all Ireland under black cloaks |
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Rest or pleasure I did not get |
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Since he went far away my dashing darling. |
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For a while I was a gentle maiden |
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And now a spent worn-out widow |
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My spouse ploughing the waves strongly |
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Over the hills and far away. |
