I couldn't find any translations online, so this is a poor second done with Mr Google's translation thingy. Thanks to Guest for the Irish lyrics.


The Pound of the Island

The island where I spent my life,
One hundred farewells to the peaks, the hill and the mountain,
Goodbye to ports, Port and New Port,
One hundred farewell to you, Gola, one hundred safe for you forever.

In my bride I went to West Town,
With Dónall, my spouse, I am now sixty,
Of children, we were awarded three sons and daughter,
It was often the laughter than the gloom in my life.

At the Rock of the Mass, Thursday evening,
I prayed to Mary the toughness,
But my spouse and more sons, he stole me,
And watched without body I had on Monday.

My daughter Mary is out on the mainland,
She will go with the burden of my sorrow,
But my desire and my heart, I'll never see,
The little house built by Daniel, my spouse, long ago.