[from gerard mannings 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
Nr 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
Nn 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 were 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 wont separate us
And its 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 dont tell anyone, my love,
That you are my love.
