Lyrics and translation Clannad - An Toilean Ur

An Toilean Ur

Rinne mé smaointiú i m′intinn
Is lean mé dó go cinnte
Go n-éalóinn ó mo mhuintir
Anonn chun 'Oileáin Úir
Tá mé ag déanamh impí
Ar an Ard-Rí ′tá 's mo chionn-sa
Mo choinneáil ó gach tubaiste
Go gcríochnóinn mo shiúl

Shiúil mé fiche míle
'S níor casadh orm Críostaí
Capall, bó nó caora ag déanamh
Inghilt ar an fhéar
Coillte dlúth′ is gleanntáin
Agus búirtheach beithigh allta
Fir is mná gan tant orthu
A chasfá fá do mhéar

Tharla isteach i dteach mé
Is casadh orm daoine
D′fhiafraigh siad mo ainmse
Cén tír inar tógadh mé
Dúirt mé leo i mBéarla
Gur tógadh mé in Éirinn
Láimh le Loch Eirne
I gCoillidh Lios na Raoch

Bhí seanbhean insan chlúdaigh
Is stocaí ar a glúiní
D'éirigh sí go lúcháireach
Agus chraith sí liomsa lámh
"Sheacht mh′anam, fear mo thíre
Thar a bhfaca mé ariamh de dhaoine
Nár tógadh mise in Éirinn
I mBaile Lios Béal Áinetha"

Rinne mé smaointiú i m'intinn
Is lean mé dó go cinnte
Go bpillfinn ar ais go hÉirinn
An áit a sínfí mé faoin chlár
Mar a bhfaighfinn lucht mo chaointe
Is an t-aos óg atá lách aoibhinn
A chaithfeadh liomsa an oíche
Agus páirt mhór den lá

The Isle of Man

I thought in my heart
And I am quite sure
I would escape from my people
Over to the Isle of Man
I am making a plea
To the High King above me
To keep me from every disaster
So that I may finish my journey

I traveled twenty thousand miles
And I haven't met a Christian
Horse, cow, or sheep grazing
On the grass
Dense forests and glens
And the bellowing of wild beasts
Men and women without peace
Whom you would meet on your travels

I came into a house
And I met some people
They asked for my name
And in what country I was raised
I told them in English
That I was raised in Ireland
Beside Lough Erne
In the Wood of Lisnaroe

There was an old woman in the cloak
And stockings on her knees
She got up with joy
And she shook my hand
"My dear soul, man of my country
Of all the people I have ever seen
May I not be raised in Ireland
In the town of Lisbellaw"

I thought in my heart
And I am quite sure
I would return again to Ireland
The place where I would lie under the sod
Where I would get my mourners
And the young people of sweet countenance
Who would spend the night
And a great part of the day with me