Latha dhomh 's mi buain a‘ choirce Gheárr mi beum, 's cha robh e socair Ho-ro na ho ri ri o Hi-ri ri ri ho ro eile ho-ro na ho ri ri o Gheárr mi beum, 's cha robh e socair Gheárr mo mi mo ghlún is leig mi osna Shuidh mi air uaibhir a ' ghoirtein Dh' fheuch am faicinn fear do choltais Dh' fheuch am faicinn fear do choltais Fear 'chúil duinn 's nan gruaidhean dosrach Fhaoilinn bhig a shnámhas an caolas Bheir mo shoraidh 'uam gu mo leannan.

One day I was reaping the oats I cut a handful and it wasn't leisurely Ho-ro na ho ri ri o Hi-ri ri ri ho ro eile ho-ro na ho ri ri o I cut a handful and it wasn't leisurely I cut my knee and let out a sigh I sat away from the little field To try to see one of your likeness To try to see one of your likeness One of the brown hair and the flourishing cheeks Oh little seagull that swims the straits Bring greetings from me to my sweetheart

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