Paroles et traduction The Wolfe Tones - In Garran Na Bhile

In Garran Na Bhile

An raibh tú riamh i nGarrán a′ Bhile
Nó an bhfaca tú í nGarrán a' Bhile
An tsuairc-bhean óg na gcuacha óir
′S í Cáit mo story i nGarrán a' Bhile
Is gille í ná eal' ar linn
′S ná sneacht′ ar bharr na craoibhe cruinne
'S is milse ′póg ná drúcht na rós
'S i Cáit mo stór i nGarrán a′ Bhile
Is binn' a ceol ná lon ′s na smól
'S na filimeol ar chraobh na saile
Mar long faoi sheol ar thoinn gan cheo
Sea tcím mo stór i nGarrán a' Bhile
Chugatsa ′Chriost le fonn mo ghuí
Má á won bhrí i í an fhile
Gan áin gan íos gan phráinn gan díth
Go raibh áit ′s a buíon i nGarrán a' Bhile

In Garran Na Bhile

Have you ever been in Garran na Bhile
Or have you seen her in Garran a' Bhile
The fair young maid with the locks of gold
And Cáit my story in Garran a' Bhile
And the lass so fair no frost on the line
And no snow on the top of the round rowan tree
And her kiss is as sweet as the dew on the rose
And Cáit my treasure in Garran a' Bhile
Her voice is sweet as the blackbird and thrush
And the linnet that sings on the greenwood tree
Like a ship in full sail on a wave without foam
I watch my love in Garran a' Bhile
Oh Christ let me pray with all my desire
If I have a poet's share of your spirit
Without grief, without sorrow, without pain, without loss
May I have a place with my love in Garran a' Bhile