Ta Na La - The Wolfe Tones

O codlas fein, I dthigh areir

Is tuirseach treith, do bhi mo chuisle

Comhra beil, bhi acu go leir

M’ingean fein, is a boch ar buhle

Ta na la, nil na la

Ta na la ‘gus in a mhaidin

Nil ‘na la dheara a ghra

Ach solus ard, ata sa ghealaig

Eir id sui, a fhir a tigh

Cuir do bhriste 'mut gootapaigh

Coinnigh suas cuideachta shuairc

Don chroi mhaith mhor, go

Dtioch an mhaidin

Ta na la, nil na la

Ta na la ‘gus in a mhaidin

Nil ‘na la dheara a ghra

Ach solus ard, ata sa ghealaig

N’eireodh im shui ar fear a tigh

‘Sni cuirfeadh briste’mum na hata

Blas na braon, dem cuidse dighe

Ni raghaidh na gcrol, go dtioch an mhaidin

Ta na la, nil na la

Ta na la ‘gus in a mhaidin

Nil ‘na la dheara a ghra

Ach solus ard, ata sa ghealaig

Ta an barraille thar a ceann

Is ni fheicim ann ach driodar dearg

Ta mo ghini ar an mbord

Is bim ag ol, go dtioch an mhaidin

O sleep itself, I dthigh areir

It's a tired character, my pulse was

Conversation, they all had

My own daughter, and her booze

Ta na la, nil na la

The days and the morning

It's not a day of love

But high light, which is in the moon

Eir id sui, men of the house

Put your broken 'mut gootapaigh

Keep up the fun company

For the good big heart, that

Morning heat

Ta na la, nil na la

The days and the morning

It's not a day of love

But high light, which is in the moon

I would not sit on the man of the house

‘Sni would break my hat

The taste of the drops, of my drink

The crows will not leave until the morning

Ta na la, nil na la

The days and the morning

It's not a day of love

But high light, which is in the moon

The barrel is over her head

All I see is red sediment

My guinea is on the table

I'm drinking, until the morning