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Song by Clannad

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[From Gerard Manning's List of Clannad Lyrics]
I.
Ar chonnlaigh ghlais an Fhoghmhair
A stÃ³irÃn gur dhearc mÃ© uaim
Ba deas do chos i mbrÃ³ig
'Sba rÃ³-dheas do leagan siubhail.
Do ghruaidh ar dhath na rÃ³saÃ
'Sdo chÃºirnÃnÃ bhÃ fighte dlÃºith
Monuar gan sinn 'Ã¡r bpÃ³sadh
NÃ³'r bÃ³rd luinge 'triall 'un siubhail.
II.
TÃ¡ buachaillÃ na h-Ã¡ite seo
A' gartha 'gus ag Ã©irghe teann
Is lucht na gcochÃ¡n Ã¡rd
A' deÃ¡namh fÃ¡ruis do mo chailÃn donn
DÃ¡ ngluaiseadh RÃ na SpÃ¡inne
Thar sÃ¡ile 's a shlÃ³ighte cruinn
BhrÃºighfinn fÃ©ar is fÃ¡sach
'S bhÃ©inn ar lÃ¡imh le mo chailÃn donn.

III.
Ceannacht buaibh ar aontaigh'
DÃ¡ mbÃnn agus mo chailÃn donn
Gluais is tar a chÃ©ad-searc
NÃ³ go dtÃ©idh muid thar Ghaoth-Bearra 'nonn
Go sgartar Ã³ n-a chÃ©ile
BÃ¡rr na gcraobh 's an eala Ã³n tuinn
NÃ sgarfar sin Ã³ chÃ©ile
'S nÃl ach baois dÃbh Ã¡ chur 'n mur gcionn.

IV.
Chuir mÃ© leitir scrÃobhtha
Annsoir mo sweetheart agus casaoid ghÃ©ar
Chuir sÃ chugam arÃs Ã
Go rabh a croidhe istuigh i lÃ¡r mo chlÃ©ibh.
Cum na h-eala is mÃne
NÃ¡'n sÃoda 's nÃ¡ cluimh na n-Ã©an
Nach trom an osna ghnÃm-se
Nuair a smaoitighim ar a bheith 'sgaradh lÃ©i.

V.
'SÃ© chuala m/e DÃ© Domhnaigh
Mar chÃ³mhrÃ¡dh 'gabhÃ¡il eadar mhnÃ¡ibh
Go rabh sÃ 'gabhÃ¡il 'a pÃ³sadh
Ar Ã³igfhear dÃ¡ bhfuil san Ã¡it.
A stÃ³irÃn glac mo chomhairle
'S a' foghmhar seo fan mar tÃ¡
'S cha leigim le 'bhfuil beo thÃº
A stÃ³r nÃ³ 's tÃº mo ghrÃ¡dh.

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.

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