I nGaran Na Bhile
(In Garran na Bhile)
Lyrics, phonetics, and translations were taken from printouts graciously produced by Tim Martin and personal transcription.
[Irish-Gaelic]
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[Rough Phonetic]
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[Curfa] [1] Curfa [2] Curfa [3] Curfa |
[Chorus] [1] Chorus [2] Chorus [3] Chorus |
Chorus. Were you ever in Garran na Bhile? Or did you see her in Garran na Bhile? The cheerful young woman of the golden cuckoo. 'Tis Kate, my treasure, in Garran na Bhile. |
1. She is fairer than a swan on a lake (pool or pond), And snow atop the branches of the world. (?) And her kiss is sweeter than dew on a rose 'Tis Kate, my treasure, in Garran na Bhile. |
2. Her music sounds sweeter than a blackbird or thrush And nightingale on a willow-tree branch. Like ships under sail on waves without fog. Sure, I'm seeing my treasure in Garran na Bhile. |
3. To you Christ the desire of my prayer, If thre is any ferver in the prayer of a poet, Without tax, rent, or urgency at all... Is Kate and her friends in Garran na Bhile? |
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