Young Ned Of The Hill
The Pogues
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| Versione inglese della ballata originale in gaelico |
| ÉAMONN AN CHNOIC | ÉAMONN OF THE HILL |
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| "Cé hé sin amu | "Who's that outside |
| a bhfuil faobhar a ghuth, | whose voice is urgent, |
| a’ réabadh mo dhorais dhúnta?" | pounding on my closed door?" |
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| "Mise Éamonn a' Chnoic, | "I'm Éamonn of the hill, |
| atá báite fuar fliuch, | drowned, cold and wet, |
| ó shíor-shiúl sléibhte is gleannta." | from endlessly traveling mountains and glens." |
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| "A lao ghil 's a chuid, | "Dearest love and treasure, |
| cad a dheánfainn-se dhuit | what can I do for you |
| mura gcuirfinn ort binn de mo ghúna? | but cover you with the lap of my dress?" |
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| 'S go mbeidh púdar dubh | And black gunpowder will be |
| 'á lámhach linn go tiubh, | fired endlessly at us, |
| ‘s go mbeidh muid araon múchta!" | and we will both perish!" |
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| "Is fada mise amu | "I've long been outside |
| faoi shneachta is faoi shioc, | in snow and in frost, |
| ‘s gan dánacht agam ar éinne. | not daring to approach anyone. |
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| Mo bhranar gan cur, | My fallow unplanted, |
| mo sheisreach gan scor, | my team in need of unyoking, |
| is gan iad agam ar aon chor! | and I no longer have them at all! |
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| Níl cara agam— | I have no friend— |
| is danaid liom sin— | how that grieves me— |
| a ghlacfadh mé moch ná déanach. | who’d take me in, early or late. |
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| ‘S go gcaithfe mé ghoil | And so I must go |
| thar fairraige soir, | eastward across the sea, |
| ó's ann nach bhfuil mo ghaolta." | for it’s there I have no kindred." |
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