[from gerard manning's list of clannad lyrics]
I.
Ar chonnlaigh ghlais an fhoghmhair
A st?ir?n gur dhearc m? uaim
Ba deas do chos i mbr?ig
'sba r?-dheas do leagan siubhail.
Do ghruaidh ar dhath na r?sa?
'sdo ch?irn?n? bh? fighte dl?ith
Monuar gan sinn '?r bp?sadh
N?'r b?rd luinge 'triall 'un siubhail.
Ii.
T? buachaill? na h-?ite seo
A' gartha 'gus ag ?irghe teann
Is lucht na gcoch?n ?rd
A' de?namh f?ruis do mo chail?n donn
D? ngluaiseadh r? na sp?inne
Thar s?ile 's a shl?ighte cruinn
Bhr?ighfinn f?ar is f?sach
's bh?inn ar l?imh le mo chail?n donn.
Iii.
Ceannacht buaibh ar aontaigh'
D? mb?nn agus mo chail?n donn
Gluais is tar a ch?ad-searc
N? go dt?idh muid thar ghaoth-bearra 'nonn
Go sgartar ? n-a ch?ile
B?rr na gcraobh 's an eala ?n tuinn
N? sgarfar sin ? ch?ile
's n?l ach baois d?bh ? chur 'n mur gcionn.
Iv.
Chuir m? leitir scr?obhtha
Annsoir mo sweetheart agus casaoid gh?ar
Chuir s? chugam ar?s ?
Go rabh a croidhe istuigh i l?r mo chl?ibh.
Cum na h-eala is m?ne
N?'n s?oda 's n? cluimh na n-?an
Nach trom an osna ghn?m-se
Nuair a smaoitighim ar a bheith 'sgaradh l?i.
V.
's? chuala m/e d? domhnaigh
Mar ch?mhr?dh 'gabh?il eadar mhn?ibh
Go rabh s? 'gabh?il 'a p?sadh
Ar ?igfhear d? bhfuil san ?it.
A st?ir?n glac mo chomhairle
's a' foghmhar seo fan mar t?
's cha leigim le 'bhfuil beo th?
A st?r n? 's t? mo ghr?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.
