| Rinne mé smaointiú i m’intinn
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| Is lean mé dó go cinnte
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| Go n-éalóinn ó mo mhuintir
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| Anonn chun 'Oileáin �ir
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| Tá mé ag déanamh impí
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| Ar an Ard-Rí 'tá 's mo chionn-sa
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| Mo choinneáil ó gach tubaiste
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| Go gcríochnóinn mo shiúl
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| Shiúil mé fiche míle
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| 'S níor casadh orm Críostaí
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| Capall, bó nó caora ag déanamh
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| Inghilt ar an fhéar
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| Coillte dlúth' is gleanntáin
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| Agus búirtheach beithigh allta
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| Fir is mná gan tant orthu
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| A chasfá fá do mhéar
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| Tharla isteach i dteach mé
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| Is casadh orm daoine
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| D’fhiafraigh siad mo ainmse
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| Cén tír inar tógadh mé
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| Dúirt mé leo i mBéarla
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| Gur tógadh mé in �irinn
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| Láimh le Loch Eirne
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| I gCoillidh Lios na Raoch
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| Bhí seanbhean insan chlúdaigh
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| Is stocaí ar a glúiní
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| D'éirigh sí go lúcháireach
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| Agus chraith sí liomsa lámh
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| «Sheacht mh’anam, fear mo thíre
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| Thar a bhfaca mé ariamh de dhaoine
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| Nár tógadh mise in �irinn
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| I mBaile Lios BÃ(c)al Ã?inetha»
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| Rinne mé smaointiú i m’intinn
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| Is lean mé dó go cinnte
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| Go bpillfinn ar ais go hÃ?irinn
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| An áit a sínfí mé faoin chlár
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| Mar a bhfaighfinn lucht mo chaointe
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| Is an t-aos óg atá lách aoibhinn
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| A chaithfeadh liomsa an oíche
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| Agus páirt mhór den lá
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| Vertaling
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| I made a decision
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| And I followed it with certainty
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| That I could escape my family
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| Over on the New Island
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| I was turning away
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| From the High King above me
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| Who kept me from every misfortune
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| Which could end my journey
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| I walked twenty miles
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| And I didn’t meet a soul
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| A horse, a cow or a sheep
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| Grazing in the field
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| Only dense woods and glens
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| And roaring wild beasts
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| Men and women
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| In tatters
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| But I happened into a house
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| When I met some people
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| They asked me my name
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| What land I was from
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| I told them in English
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| That I was raised in Ireland
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| By the side of Loch Ã?irne
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| In the woods of Lios na Raoch
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| There was an old woman
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| In the corner knitting socks
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| She joyfully arose
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| And shook my hand
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| «Bless my soul, my countryman
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| You are truly one of us
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| I was raised in Ireland
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| In Baile Lios BÃ(c)al Ã?inetha»
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| I made a decision
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| And I followed it with certainty
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| That I would return to Ireland
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| The place where I would be buried
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| As I might find gentle folk and young folk
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| Who are friendly and delightful
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| With whom I could spend
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| The night and the day |