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GAELIC
Ar éirinn Ní n-Eósainn
Cé h-í Aréir is mé téarnamh um'
neoin
Ar an dtaobh thall den teóra 'na
mbím,
Do théarnaig an spéir-bhean im'
chómhair
D'fhág taomanach breóite lag sinn.
Do ghéilleas dá méin is dá cló,
Dá béal tanaí beó mhilis binn,
Do léimeas fé dhéin dul 'na cómhair,
Is ar Éirinn ní n-eósainn cé h-í.
Dá ngéilleadh an
spéir-bhean dom' ghlór,
Siad ráidhte mo bheól a bheadh fíor;
Go deimhin duit go ndéanfainn a gnó
Do léirchur i gcóir is i gcrich.
Dó léighfinn go léir stair dom' stór,
'S ba mhéinn liom í thógaint dom
chroí,
'S do bhearfainn an chraobh dhi ina
dóid,
Is ar Éirinn ní n-eósainn cé h-í.
Tá spéir-bhruinneal
mhaordha dheas óg
Ar an taobh thall de'n teóra 'na
mbím.
Tá féile 'gus daonnacht is meóin
Is deise ro-mhór ins an mhnaoi,
Tá folt lei a' tuitim go feóir,
Go cocánach ómarach buí.
Tá lasadh 'na leacain mar rós,
Is ar Éirinn ní n-eósainn cé h-í. |
TRANSLATION
Last eve as I wandered quiet near,
To the border's of my little farm,
A beautiful maiden appeared,
Whose loveliness caused my heart's
harm,
By her daring and love smitten sour,
And the words from her sweet lips
that came,
To meet her I raced the field o're,
But for Ireland I'd not tell her
name.
If this beauty but my words would
heed
The words that I speak would be
true,
I'd help her in every need,
And indeed all her work I would do,
To win one fond kiss from my love,
I'd read her romances of fame,
Her champion I daily would prove,
But for Ireland I'd not tell her
name.
There's a beautiful stately young
maid,
At the nearing of my little farm,
She's welcoming kind unafraid,
Her smile is both childlike and
warm,
Her gold hair in masses that grows
Like amber and sheen is that same,
And the bloom in her cheeks like the
rose,
But for Ireland I'd not tell her
name. |
