An T-Oilean Ur - Altan

Rinne mé smaointiú i m’intinn

Is lean mé dó go cinnte

Go n-éalóinn ó mo mhuintir

Anonn chun 'Oileáin �ir

Tá mé ag déanamh impí

Ar an Ard-Rí 'tá 's mo chionn-sa

Mo choinneáil ó gach tubaiste

Go gcríochnóinn mo shiúl

Shiúil mé fiche míle

'S níor casadh orm Críostaí

Capall, bó nó caora ag déanamh

Inghilt ar an fhéar

Coillte dlúth' is gleanntáin

Agus búirtheach beithigh allta

Fir is mná gan tant orthu

A chasfá fá do mhéar

Tharla isteach i dteach mé

Is casadh orm daoine

D’fhiafraigh siad mo ainmse

Cén tír inar tógadh mé

Dúirt mé leo i mBéarla

Gur tógadh mé in Ã?irinn

Láimh le Loch Eirne

I gCoillidh Lios na Raoch

Bhí seanbhean insan chlúdaigh

Is stocaí ar a glúiní

D'éirigh sí go lúcháireach

Agus chraith sí liomsa lámh

«Sheacht mh’anam, fear mo thíre

Thar a bhfaca mé ariamh de dhaoine

Nár tógadh mise in �irinn

I mBaile Lios BÃ(c)al Ã?inetha»

Rinne mé smaointiú i m’intinn

Is lean mé dó go cinnte

Go bpillfinn ar ais go hÃ?irinn

An áit a sínfí mé faoin chlár

Mar a bhfaighfinn lucht mo chaointe

Is an t-aos óg atá lách aoibhinn

A chaithfeadh liomsa an oíche

Agus páirt mhór den lá

Vertaling

I made a decision

And I followed it with certainty

That I could escape my family

Over on the New Island

I was turning away

From the High King above me

Who kept me from every misfortune

Which could end my journey

I walked twenty miles

And I didn’t meet a soul

A horse, a cow or a sheep

Grazing in the field

Only dense woods and glens

And roaring wild beasts

Men and women

In tatters

But I happened into a house

When I met some people

They asked me my name

What land I was from

I told them in English

That I was raised in Ireland

By the side of Loch Ã?irne

In the woods of Lios na Raoch

There was an old woman

In the corner knitting socks

She joyfully arose

And shook my hand

«Bless my soul, my countryman

You are truly one of us

I was raised in Ireland

In Baile Lios BÃ(c)al Ã?inetha»

I made a decision

And I followed it with certainty

That I would return to Ireland

The place where I would be buried

As I might find gentle folk and young folk

Who are friendly and delightful

With whom I could spend

The night and the day

I had an idea in my mind

I definitely followed him

May I escape from my people

Over to 'Islands of Ireland

I'm begging

On the High King's is my head

Keep me from all disaster

That I would finish my walk

I walked twenty miles

And I did not turn Christian

Horse, cow or sheep making

Grazing on the grass

Dense woods and valleys

And the roar of wild beasts

Men and women without tant

You would twist under your finger

I happened to be in a house

I meet people

They asked my name

What country was I raised in

I told them in English

That I was brought up in Ireland

Adjacent to Lough Erne

In Lisnaraoch Woods

There was an old woman in the cover

She is wearing socks on her knees

She rose joyfully

And she shook my hand

«Seven souls, man of my country

More than I have ever seen of people

I was not raised in Ireland

In Lisbally Town (c) al Ã? Inetha »

I had an idea in my mind

I definitely followed him

That I would return to Ireland

Where I would sign up under the program

How to find my mourners

It is the young people who are kind and happy

Who would spend the night with me

And a big part of the day

Vertaling

I made a decision

And I followed it with certainty

That I could escape my family

Over on the New Island

I was turning away

From the High King above me

Who kept me from every misfortune

Which could end my journey

I walked twenty miles

And I didn’t meet a soul

A horse, a cow or a sheep

Grazing in the field

Only dense woods and glens

And roaring wild beasts

Men and women

In tatters

But I happened into a house

When I met some people

They asked me my name

What land I was from

I told them in English

That I was raised in Ireland

By the side of Loch Ã? Irne

In the woods of Lios na Raoch

There was an old woman

In the corner knitting socks

She joyfully arose

And shook my hand

«Bless my soul, my countryman

You are truly one of us

I was raised in Ireland

In Lisbill Town (c) al Ã? Inetha »

I made a decision

And I followed it with certainty

That I would return to Ireland

The place where I would be buried

As I might find gentle folk and young folk

Who are friendly and delightful

With whom I could spend

The night and the day