An tÚll
Tá scéillin nua 'gam le h-insint dóibhse,
Cúrsaí spóirt agus comhrá dí,
Ull breá gleoite so chuireas I mo phóca,
'S ní bhfuaras romham ach prátín sil.
Curfa:
Ó mo thuirse mar shileann mo shúile,
Indiadh an úll ud a bhi bréa bui,
An óig -bhean uasal bhi t'reis é thabhairt domh,
'S do thabhairfinn púnt ar é bhlaiseadh arís.
Do shiúlais Cléire agus Carraig Aonair,
Cuanta Béara bhi romham sa tsli,
Puinte na nGréige 'gus na nDorsaí Maola,
An fhiach 's an lao taobh amuigh de Bhaoi.
(Curfa)
Do shiúlais Cualach mar a bhios buartha
An pharoiste thuaidh a 's na hAdhrai,
San oileán Muarseadh d'inis dom buachaill
Nach bhfáighinn a thuairisc go dtéinn thar
snaidhm.
(Curfa)
Do shiúlios Coibh agus Baile na Móna,
Cathair Tún Tóime 'gus Inis Seircin,
Soir ar a chósta sea d'inis domh stróinse,
Go rabh sé na sheo acu ar Sráid Néidin.
(Curfa 3x)
The Apple
I have a new story to tell you
It's good crack and chat over drink
A fine lovely apple I put in my pocket
And all I found was a seed potato
Chorus:
Oh sadly my eyes cry
After that fine yellow apple
And the lovely young woman who gave it to me
And I'd give a pound to taste it again
I walked Clare Island and Carrig Aonor
The bays of Béara Island were before me on the way
Puinte na nGréige and Dorsaí Maola
The raven and the calf outside of Baoi
(Chorus)
I walked through Cualach because I was sad
The northern parish and Eyeries
On the Island of Muarseadh a young man told me
That I wouldn't get word of her until I'd tie the knot
(Chorus)
I walked through Cobh and Baile na Mona
Cathar Tún Tóime and Sherkin Is
On the east coast someone told me
That it was the laughing stock of Néidín
(Chorus 3x)
Cúrsaí spóirt agus comhrá dí,
Ull breá gleoite so chuireas I mo phóca,
'S ní bhfuaras romham ach prátín sil.
Curfa:
Ó mo thuirse mar shileann mo shúile,
Indiadh an úll ud a bhi bréa bui,
An óig -bhean uasal bhi t'reis é thabhairt domh,
'S do thabhairfinn púnt ar é bhlaiseadh arís.
Do shiúlais Cléire agus Carraig Aonair,
Cuanta Béara bhi romham sa tsli,
Puinte na nGréige 'gus na nDorsaí Maola,
An fhiach 's an lao taobh amuigh de Bhaoi.
(Curfa)
Do shiúlais Cualach mar a bhios buartha
An pharoiste thuaidh a 's na hAdhrai,
San oileán Muarseadh d'inis dom buachaill
Nach bhfáighinn a thuairisc go dtéinn thar
snaidhm.
(Curfa)
Do shiúlios Coibh agus Baile na Móna,
Cathair Tún Tóime 'gus Inis Seircin,
Soir ar a chósta sea d'inis domh stróinse,
Go rabh sé na sheo acu ar Sráid Néidin.
(Curfa 3x)
The Apple
I have a new story to tell you
It's good crack and chat over drink
A fine lovely apple I put in my pocket
And all I found was a seed potato
Chorus:
Oh sadly my eyes cry
After that fine yellow apple
And the lovely young woman who gave it to me
And I'd give a pound to taste it again
I walked Clare Island and Carrig Aonor
The bays of Béara Island were before me on the way
Puinte na nGréige and Dorsaí Maola
The raven and the calf outside of Baoi
(Chorus)
I walked through Cualach because I was sad
The northern parish and Eyeries
On the Island of Muarseadh a young man told me
That I wouldn't get word of her until I'd tie the knot
(Chorus)
I walked through Cobh and Baile na Mona
Cathar Tún Tóime and Sherkin Is
On the east coast someone told me
That it was the laughing stock of Néidín
(Chorus 3x)
Eu tenho uma nova história para contar
É bom de crack e bate-papo sobre bebida
Uma maçã bem linda eu coloquei no meu bolso
E tudo que eu encontrei foi uma batata-semente
Refrão:
Oh, infelizmente, meus olhos choram
Depois que a maçã fina amarela
E a mulher linda jovem que me deu
E eu daria um quilo de prová-lo novamente
Eu andei Clare Island e Carrig Aonor
As baías de Ilha Beara estavam diante de mim no caminho
Puinte nd nGréige e Dorsai Maola
O corvo eo bezerro fora do Baoi
(Refrão)
Eu andei através Cualach porque eu estava triste
A paróquia do norte e Eyeries
Na Ilha de Muarseadh um jovem me disse
Que eu não iria ficar a palavra dela até eu dar o nó
(Refrão)
Eu andei por Cobh e nd Baile Mona
Cathar Tun Tóime e Sherkin É
Na costa leste alguém me disse
Isso era motivo de chacota Neidin
(Refrão 3x)
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