[from gerard manning's list of clannad lyrics]

I.

Ar chonnlaigh ghlais an fhoghmhair

A stirn gur dhearc m uaim

Ba deas do chos i mbrig

'sba r-dheas do leagan siubhail.

Do ghruaidh ar dhath na rsa

'sdo chirnn bh fighte dlith

Monuar gan sinn 'r bpsadh

N'r brd luinge 'triall 'un siubhail.

Ii.

T buachaill na h-ite seo

A' gartha 'gus ag irghe teann

Is lucht na gcochn rd

A' denamh fruis do mo chailn donn

D ngluaiseadh r na spinne

Thar sile 's a shlighte cruinn

Bhrighfinn far is fsach

's bhinn ar limh le mo chailn donn.



Iii.

Ceannacht buaibh ar aontaigh'

D mbnn agus mo chailn donn

Gluais is tar a chad-searc

N go dtidh muid thar ghaoth-bearra 'nonn

Go sgartar n-a chile

Brr na gcraobh 's an eala n tuinn

N sgarfar sin chile

's nl ach baois dbh chur 'n mur gcionn.



Iv.

Chuir m leitir scrobhtha

Annsoir mo sweetheart agus casaoid ghar

Chuir s chugam ars

Go rabh a croidhe istuigh i lr mo chlibh.

Cum na h-eala is mne

N'n soda 's n cluimh na n-an

Nach trom an osna ghnm-se

Nuair a smaoitighim ar a bheith 'sgaradh li.



V.

's chuala m/e d domhnaigh

Mar chmhrdh 'gabhil eadar mhnibh

Go rabh s 'gabhil 'a psadh

Ar igfhear d bhfuil san it.

A stirn glac mo chomhairle

's a' foghmhar seo fan mar t

's cha leigim le 'bhfuil beo th

A str n 's t mo ghrdh.





Translation

[from larry keith ogle]





On the green stubble-fields of autumn

I saw you, my sweetheart.

Nice were your feet in shoes

And wonderful your nimble gait.

Your hair the color of roses

And your ringlets tightly plaited

Alas that we're not married

Or on board ship sailing away



The boys around here are

Laughing and getting bold

And the people of the high straw?

Are making ?? of my brown girl

If the king of spain would

Go abroad with his assembled men

I would flatten grass and rank grass

And i would be with my brown girl



Buying cows at the fair

If i were ? and my brown girl

Go and come first love

Until we go over to gaoth-bearra

Until we separate from each other

The tops of the branches and the swan

From the waves ?

That won't separate us

And it's only folly for you to put it ??



I wrote a letter

To my sweetheart and a sharp complaint

She sent it back to me

That her heart was inside me.

Compose the artsswannoble person ?

Finer than silk or bird feathers

Heavy is my sigh

When i think of being apart from her.



What i heard on sunday

As conversation among the women

That she was going to be married

To a young man from the place.

Sweetheart take my advice

And this autumn stay as you are

And don't tell anyone, my love,

That you are my love.