Paroles et traduction Iarla Ó Lionáird - An Buachaillín Ban

An Buachaillín Ban

Tá mo chroí-se go tláth lag
'S i lár mo chuid saothair
Tagann lán tocht im chléibhse
Cé nár mhéin liom é rá
Tá an díbirt i ndán dom
Ó bháin bheannaibh Éireann
Is fánach mo shaolsa
'S is déarach mo chás

Is cuimhin liom an tráth
Úd a ghrá ghil na n-ae istigh
Thugas grá searc is géilleadh
Dod chaomh roisc thar chách
A Rí ghil na n-árann
Dob fhearr liom go n-éagfainn
I láthair mo ghaolta
Is mo bhuachaillín bán

Tá críoch Inis Failbhe
Go lán fad' i ndaor bhroid
Go cráite 's go céasta
I ngéibhinn na namhad
Nó an fíor nach foláir duit
Go brách bheith go déarach
A oileáinín bhig mhaorga
Na naomh is na mbard

Ó guímse go hard
Ar an Ard Athair Naofa
Chun ár agus léir-scrios
Do dhéanamh ar Sheán
Do dhíbir na táinte
Thar sáile 'na gcéandta
'S chuir fán orm féinig
Óm' bhuachaillín bán

The Fair-Haired Youth

My heart is utterly weak
As I work away
A great sigh fills my breast
Though I dislike admitting it
My fate is to be banished
From the white peaks of Ireland
My life is transient
And my plight is sorrowful

I remember the time
When you were my bright love
I gave you love, devotion and submission
To your beautiful eyes above all others
O fair king of the islands
I would rather have died
In the presence of my relatives
And my fair-haired boy

The end of Ireland
Lies far away in foreign exile
Tortured and tormented
In the chains of the enemy
Or isn't it the truth you must always
Be sad
O small, wild island
Of saints and poets

I pray fervently
To the High Holy Father
To bring destruction and ruin
Upon John
To banish the plague
Across the seas by its hundreds
And that it will leave me alone
From my fair-haired boy