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Verse 1
E
A
By seán clárach mac domhnaill
Seal da rabhas I'm' mhaighdean shéimh,
E
's anois I'm' bhaintreach chaite thréith,
A
Mo chéile ag treabhadh na dtonn go tréan
D
A
De bharr na gcnoc is I n-imigcéin.
Verse 2
A
C#m
'sé mo laoch, mo ghile mear,
F#m
A
'sé mo chaesar, ghile mear,
D
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
A
D
Ó chuaigh I gcéin mo ghile mear.
E
Bímse buan are buaidhirt gach
Verse 3
A
ló,
D
Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar
D
A
Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beó
D
A
's ná ríomhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrón.
Verse 4
D
Ní labhrann cuach go suairc are nóin
A
Is níl guth gadhair I gcoillte cnó,
D
E
Ná maidin shamhraidh I
D
Bm
Ó d'imthigh uaim an buachaill beó.
Verse 5
Bm
A
D
Marcach uasal uaibhreach óg,
E
A
Gas gan gruaim is suairce snódh,
D
Glac is luaimneach, luath I ngleo
A
D
Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag
Verse 6
D
E
A
Seinntear stair are chlairsigh cheoil
D
's líontair táinte cárt are bord
A
Le hinntinn ard gan chaim, gan cheó
Bm
Chun saoghal is sláinte d'
Verse 7
A
Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha,
D
A
's eire go léir faoi chlócaibh dubha;
Bm
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
E
Ó luaidh I gcéin mo ghile mear.
A
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A literal translation by j. mark
Verse 8
Bm
Once I was a gentle maiden,
A
D
E
But now I am a spent, worn-out widow,
A
My consort strongly plowing the waves
D
A
Over the hills and far away.
Verse 9
D
A
D
E
He is my hero, my gallant darling,
A
D
He is my caesar, a gallant darling;
A
D
I've found neither rest nor fortune
A
Since my gallant darling went far away.
Verse 10
E
A
Every day I am constantly
enduring grief,
Weeping nitterly and shedding tears,
D
Because my lively lad has left me
A
Bm
E
And no news is told of him - alas!
Verse 11
A
sing
F#m
Bm
cheerfully at noon
A
And the sound of hounds is not
D
E
A
heard in nut-tree woods
D
Nor summer morning in misty glen
A
D
Since my lively boy went away from me.
A
Noble, proud young horseman,
Verse 12
D
E
A
Youth without gloom,
A
D
A swift-moving fist, nimble in a fight,
A
D
Slaying the enemy and
Verse 13
D
A
D
E
Let a strain be played
D
And let many quarts be filled on the table,
A
With high spirit, without fault,
E
A
That my lion may receive
Verse 14
D
A
a while under sorrow,
A
D
I have found neither rest nor fortune
A
E
A
Since my gallant darling went far away
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