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A NeansaÞÆ’, 'mhÞÆ’le grރ¡, a bhruinneall 'tރ¡ gan smރ¡l
Go bhfeice mise'n t-ރ¡dh 'gus an sÞÆ’©an ort
Ba ghile do dhރ¡ lރ¡imh nރ¡ cރºr geal na trރ¡
Nރ¡'n eala 's ÞÆ’ a' snރ¡mh ar an ÞÆ’ irne
Is glaise liom do shރºil nރ¡ braon beag den drރºcht
Is binne liomsa tރº nރ¡ na tÞÆ’©adaÞÆ’
'S mur' n-ÞÆ’©alaÞÆ’ tusa liomsa titfidh mÞÆ’© i lionndubh
'Gus cuirfear insa chill 'do dhÞÆ’©idh mÞÆ’©
Is iomaÞÆ’ sin guth mnރ¡ a chluinimse 'ngach aird
Abhus agus taobh thall den ÞÆ’ irne
Go Corcaigh na gCuan 's go BÞÆ’©al Ath' na Sluaigh
'SÞÆ’ NeansaÞÆ’ 'thug bua ar a' mÞÆ’©id sin
A Mhuire 'gus a Dhia, nރ¡rbh aoibhinn deas ÞÆ’©'r saol
Dރ¡ mbeinnse agus ÞÆ’ le chÞÆ’©ile?
Trރ¡thnރ³na aoibhinn ciރºin, ރ³ mise 'gus mo rރºn
Ag cogarnaÞÆ’l ar uaigneas slÞÆ’©ibhe
Beir litir uaimse suas chuig NeansaÞÆ’ chaoin na gcuach
Is aithris di gur buartha atރ¡ mÞÆ’©
Aithris di arÞÆ’s nach gcodlaÞÆ’m fÞÆ’©in aon oÞÆ’che
Le harraing atރ¡ trÞÆ’ mo thaobh deas
Aithris ÞÆ’© dރ¡ sރºil, aithris ÞÆ’© dރ¡ cރºl
Aithris ÞÆ’© dރ¡ mÞÆ’©in mhaith chÞÆ’©illÞÆ’
Aithris ÞÆ’© dރ¡ ceann 's dރ¡ bÞÆ’©ilÞÆ’n atރ¡ binn
Gur ghiorraigh sÞÆ’ go cinnte mo laetha'
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/clannad/lyrics/neansai-mhile-gra]
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Translation
Rise up, ye stalwart men
And put the pitch alight on your torch sticks
Vanquish those who would do us evil
And establish the rule of France
And oh woman of the house, what ails you?
Oh woman of the house, in two years or three
From this year out the land will be rent free
And oh woman of the house, what ails you?
Here's a jug on the table and the beer's coming
And the Duke of York has sufficient arms
The French and the Spaniards at the shore's edge
And how bitter that is than woman's chatter
Alas and alack when I was young
Two years old and no evil thought in my mind
That I didn't join the King's navy or army
Instead of spending my life looking after you
May my back be broken under this weight
If I ever come back to bring you sorrow
And so many women from here to the Blackwater River
That would go along the road with me and have a drink
Go bhfeice mise'n t-ރ¡dh 'gus an sÞÆ’©an ort
Ba ghile do dhރ¡ lރ¡imh nރ¡ cރºr geal na trރ¡
Nރ¡'n eala 's ÞÆ’ a' snރ¡mh ar an ÞÆ’ irne
Is glaise liom do shރºil nރ¡ braon beag den drރºcht
Is binne liomsa tރº nރ¡ na tÞÆ’©adaÞÆ’
'S mur' n-ÞÆ’©alaÞÆ’ tusa liomsa titfidh mÞÆ’© i lionndubh
'Gus cuirfear insa chill 'do dhÞÆ’©idh mÞÆ’©
Is iomaÞÆ’ sin guth mnރ¡ a chluinimse 'ngach aird
Abhus agus taobh thall den ÞÆ’ irne
Go Corcaigh na gCuan 's go BÞÆ’©al Ath' na Sluaigh
'SÞÆ’ NeansaÞÆ’ 'thug bua ar a' mÞÆ’©id sin
A Mhuire 'gus a Dhia, nރ¡rbh aoibhinn deas ÞÆ’©'r saol
Dރ¡ mbeinnse agus ÞÆ’ le chÞÆ’©ile?
Trރ¡thnރ³na aoibhinn ciރºin, ރ³ mise 'gus mo rރºn
Ag cogarnaÞÆ’l ar uaigneas slÞÆ’©ibhe
Beir litir uaimse suas chuig NeansaÞÆ’ chaoin na gcuach
Is aithris di gur buartha atރ¡ mÞÆ’©
Aithris di arÞÆ’s nach gcodlaÞÆ’m fÞÆ’©in aon oÞÆ’che
Le harraing atރ¡ trÞÆ’ mo thaobh deas
Aithris ÞÆ’© dރ¡ sރºil, aithris ÞÆ’© dރ¡ cރºl
Aithris ÞÆ’© dރ¡ mÞÆ’©in mhaith chÞÆ’©illÞÆ’
Aithris ÞÆ’© dރ¡ ceann 's dރ¡ bÞÆ’©ilÞÆ’n atރ¡ binn
Gur ghiorraigh sÞÆ’ go cinnte mo laetha'
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/clannad/lyrics/neansai-mhile-gra]
[ Neansai Mhile Gra lyrics found on http://lyrics.my ]
Translation
Rise up, ye stalwart men
And put the pitch alight on your torch sticks
Vanquish those who would do us evil
And establish the rule of France
And oh woman of the house, what ails you?
Oh woman of the house, in two years or three
From this year out the land will be rent free
And oh woman of the house, what ails you?
Here's a jug on the table and the beer's coming
And the Duke of York has sufficient arms
The French and the Spaniards at the shore's edge
And how bitter that is than woman's chatter
Alas and alack when I was young
Two years old and no evil thought in my mind
That I didn't join the King's navy or army
Instead of spending my life looking after you
May my back be broken under this weight
If I ever come back to bring you sorrow
And so many women from here to the Blackwater River
That would go along the road with me and have a drink