Tá mo chroí-se ag dul in airde
chan don fidléir, chan don cláirseoir
Ach do stiúrthóir an bháta;
Is mura dtig tú abhaile is trua atá mé

My heart is rising
Not for the fiddler, nor for the harpist
But for the helmsman of the boat;
If you don't come home it will be sorrowful for me

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