Gleanntain Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair - Altan

Céad slán ag sléibhte maorga

Chondae Dhún na nGall

Agus dhá chéad slán ag an Earagal árd

Ina stua os cionn caor 's call

Nuair a ghluais mise thart le loch Dhún Lúich

Go ciún 'sa ghleann ina luí

I mo dhiaidh bhí Gleanntáin Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair

Is beag nár bhris mo chroí

Ag taisteal domh amach fríd chnoic Ghleann Domhain

'S an Mhucais ar mo chúl

Ní miste domh 'ra le brón 's le crá

Gur fhreasach a shil mise súil

Go 'Meiriceá siar, a bhí mo thriall

I bhfad thar an fharraige mhór

D’fhag mé slán ar feadh seal ag Dún na nGall

'S ag Gleanntáin Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair

Níorbh é mo mhiansa imeacht ariamh

Ó m' thír bheag dhílis féin

Ach trom lámh Gall, le cluain

'S le feall, a thiomáin mé i gnéill

B'é rún mo chroí-se pilleadh arís

Nuair a dhéanfainn beagán stór

'S deireadh mo shaoil a chaitheamh lem ghaoil

Fá Ghleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair

Slán, slán go fóill a Dhún na nGall

A chondae shéimh gan smál

'S dod gheara breá in am an ghá

Nár umhlaigh riamh roimh Ghall

Tá áit i mo chroí do gach fear 's gach mnaoi

'S gach páiste beag agus mór

Áta beo go buan, gan bhuairt, gan ghruaim

Fá Ghleanntáin Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair

A hundred farewells at majestic mountains

County Donegal

And two hundred farewells at the high Errigal

In his arch above a berry's call

When I moved around Dunlewey lake

Quietly in the valley lying

Behind me was Gleanntáin Glas Ghaoth Dobhair

My heart almost broke

Traveling me out through the hills of Deep Valley

With the Muck on my back

I do not mind saying with sorrow and pain

That's an eye - opener

To America west, was my journey

Far beyond the high seas

I said goodbye for a while to Donegal

And at Gleanntáin Glas Ghaoth Dobhair

My desire was never to depart

From my own faithful little country

But a heavy hand of Gaul, with a cloak

And with treachery, I drove in chains

It was my heart's desire to return

When I do a little treasure

It's the end of my life with my love

Fá Ghleanntáin Glas' Ghaoth Dobhair

Goodbye, goodbye to Donegal

A gentle, immaculate county

And your gear is perfect in time of need

Never bowed down before a foreigner

There is a place in my heart for every man and every woman

And all children small and large

Living forever, without worry, without gloom

Gleanntáin Glas Ghaoth Dobhair