Текст песни Ard Uí Chuain / Sadhbh Ní Bhruinneallaigh (Live 2017) - Celtic Woman

Dá mbeinn féin in Aird Uí Chuain
In aice an tsléibhe atá i bhfad uaim
B'annamh liom gan dul ar cuairt
Go gleann na gcuach Dé Domhnaigh
Is iomaí Nollaig a bhí mé féin
I mBun Abhann Doinne is mé gan chéill
Ag iomáin ar an trá bháin
'Is mo chamán bán ins mo dhorn liom
Agus och och Éire 'lig is ó,
Éire lionn dubh (melancholy) agus ó,
'Sé mo chroí 'tá trom 's bronach.
Nach tuirseach mise anseo liom féin
Nach n-áirim guth coiligh lonndubh nó traon
Gealbhán, smaolach, naoscach féin
Is chan aithním féin an Domhnach
'Sé seo an choraíocht atá buan
Ar a' tsaol go gcuirfeadh sé cluain
Mheallfadh sé an chaora ón uan –
Agus mheall sé uaimse an óige
Dá mbeadh agam coite is rámh
D'iomairfinn liom ar dhroim a'tsnáimh
'S mé ag duil le Dia go sroichfinn slán
Is chan aithním féin an Domhnach
English Translation
I wish I were in Ardicoan
Near yon mountain far away.
I would seldom let the Sunday go
From the Cuckoo's glen across the bay.
It is many a Christmas Day I had
In Cushendun while still a lad;
Hurling on the White Shore Strand
With my good ash hurley in my hand.
And it's oh dear Ireland, you're my home!
Far from you I had to roam
And my heart is heavy and alone.
But my heart is weary all alone
And it sends a lonely cry
To the land that sings beyond my dreams
And the lonely Sundays pass me by.
But the grave is waiting for us all
The whole wide world must heed its call
It steals the mother from her brood
As it stole away my boyhood.
If I only had a boat and oar
I would row to Erin's shore
Trusting God to see me o'er
In time to die in Ireland.