Текст и перевод песни Dervish - An T-Úll

An T-Úll

Tá scéilín nua 'gam le h-insint dóibhse
Cúrsaí spóirt agus comhrá dí
Úll breá gleoite do chuireas i mo phóca
'S ni bhfuaras romham ach prátín síl

Ó mo thuírse mar shileann mo shúile
Indiaidh an úll ud a bhí breá buí
An óig-bhean uasal bhí t'reis é thabhairt domh
'S do thabhairfinn púnt ar é bhlaiseadh arís

Do shiúlais Cléire agus Carraig Aonair
Cuanta Béara bhí romham sa tslí
Puinte na nGréige 'gus na nDorsaí Maola
An fhiach 's an lao taobh amuigh de Bhaoi

Do shiúlais Cualach mar a bhíos buartha
An pharoiste Thuaidh a 's na hAdhraí
San oileán Muarseadh d'inis dom buachaill
Nach bhfáilghinn a tuairise go dtéinn thar snaidhm

Ó mo thuírse mar shileann mo shúile
Indiaidh an úll ud a bhí breá buí
An óig-bhean uasal bhí t'reis é thabhairt domh
'S do thabhairfinn púnt ar é bhlaiseadh arís

Do shíulíos Coíbh agus Baíle na Móna
Cathair Tún Tóime 'gus Inis Seircín
Síor ar a chósta sea d'inis dhom stróinse
Go rabh sé 'na sheo acu ar Sráid Néidín

Ó mo thuírse mar shileann mo shúile
Indiaidh an úll ud a bhí breá buí
An óig-bhean uasal bhí t'reis é thabhairt domh
'S do thabhairfinn púnt ar é bhlaiseadh arís

Ó mo thuírse mar shileann mo shúile
Indiaidh an úll ud a bhí breá buí
An óig-bhean uasal bhí t'reis é thabhairt domh
'S do thabhairfinn púnt ar é bhlaiseadh arís

Ó mo thuírse mar shileann mo shúile
Indiaidh an úll ud a bhí breá buí
An óig-bhean uasal bhí t'reis é thabhairt domh
'S do thabhairfinn púnt ar é bhlaiseadh arís

Ó mo thuírse mar shileann mo shúile
Indiaidh an úll ud a bhí breá buí
An óig-bhean uasal bhí t'reis é thabhairt domh
'S do thabhairfinn púnt ar é bhlaiseadh arís

An T-Úll

My dear, I have a new story to tell you
About sports and gossip
A beautiful, shiny apple I put in my pocket
And I found nothing before it but a grain of wheat

Oh my sadness, how my eyes yearn
After that apple that was so beautiful and yellow
A young lady so noble was willing to give it to me
And I would give a pound to taste it again

I walked through Clare and Carraig Aonair
The bays of Beara were before me on the way
The point of Greece and the Dorsaí Maola
The deer and the fawn outside of Baugh

I walked through Cualach as I was worried
The northern parish and the Adare
On the island of Muar, a boy told me
That I would not find its story until I crossed the sea

Oh my sadness, how my eyes yearn
After that apple that was so beautiful and yellow
A young lady so noble was willing to give it to me
And I would give a pound to taste it again

I walked through Cobh and Ballynamona
The city of Dun Toime and Inis Serkin
Always on its coast showed me a nose
Until it became a treasure for them on Sráid Néidín

Oh my sadness, how my eyes yearn
After that apple that was so beautiful and yellow
A young lady so noble was willing to give it to me
And I would give a pound to taste it again

Oh my sadness, how my eyes yearn
After that apple that was so beautiful and yellow
A young lady so noble was willing to give it to me
And I would give a pound to taste it again

Oh my sadness, how my eyes yearn
After that apple that was so beautiful and yellow
A young lady so noble was willing to give it to me
And I would give a pound to taste it again

Oh my sadness, how my eyes yearn
After that apple that was so beautiful and yellow
A young lady so noble was willing to give it to me
And I would give a pound to taste it again