Текст и перевод песни Gaelic Storm - Beidh Aonach Amárach

Beidh Aonach Amárach

Beidh aonach amárach i gContae an Chláir
Beidh aonach amárach i gContae an Chláir
Beidh aonach amárach i gContae an Chláir
Cé mhaith dom é, ní bheidh mé ann?

A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mhuirnín ó, ná héiligh é.

Níl tú a deich ná a haon déag fós
Níl tú a deich ná a haon déag fós
Níl tú a deich ná a haon déag fós
Nuair a bheidh tú trí déag beidh tú mór.

A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mhuirnín ó, ná héiligh é.

B′fhearr liom féin mo ghréasaí bróg
B'fhearr liom féin mo ghréasaí bróg
B′fhearr liom féin mo ghréasaí bróg
Ná oifigeach airm faoi lásaí óir.

A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mhuirnín ó, ná héiligh é.

There Will Be a Fair Tomorrow

There will be a fair tomorrow in County Clare
There will be a fair tomorrow in County Clare
There will be a fair tomorrow in County Clare
How good for me, that I won't be there?

Mother, will you let me go to the fair?
Mother, will you let me go to the fair?
Mother, will you let me go to the fair?
My darling, don't ask it.

You are not ten or eleven yet
You are not ten or eleven yet
You are not ten or eleven yet
When you are thirteen, you will be grown.

Mother, will you let me go to the fair?
Mother, will you let me go to the fair?
Mother, will you let me go to the fair?
My darling, don't ask it.

I would rather grease my brogues myself
I would rather grease my brogues myself
I would rather grease my brogues myself
Than be a military officer under golden lace.

Mother, will you let me go to the fair?
Mother, will you let me go to the fair?
Mother, will you let me go to the fair?
My darling, don't ask it.