Caitlín Triall - Aoife Ní Fhearraigh

Níl aonach ná margadh

Dá bhfuil in san áit

Nach bhfaicimse Cití

Sí díol a cuid snáth

Orú scairtim isteach uirthi

'S bhuailidh mé'n clár

Is a Chití na n-anam

Fan agam go lá

Níl bó níl gamhain

'S níl caora bhán

Ó bhruach Loch Corbhaith

Go maol an tsléibh' bháin

Nach dtabharfainn do Chití

Ar an aog phóg amháin

'S í leigheasfadh an arraing

Teacht fríd i mo lár

Ó gheall tusa domhsa

Is gheall tú faoi dhó

Nach ndéanfá mo mhalairt

Anois nó go deo

Ná go bhfaca mé tusa

'S fear eile ag ól

I gcúl an tom dreasóg

'S mug leanna ina dhorn

Ach ligfidh muid tharainn

Ach ní hea sin le stuaim

Is mian liomsa trácht

Ar Chití na gcuach

'S í planda an dúine

Í tá saoithfiúil suairc

A shamhail ní fhaca mé

Theas nó ó thuaidh

A bhuachaill beag beadaí

Is mé i ngrá le bliain

'S b’fhearr liom bean agam

Nach bhfaca mé ariamh

Ach lig mé na buachaillí

Sa chuideachta uaim

Ná go raibh mé 'na bhaile

Le mo Chaitlín Triall

Níl aon tointe ar mo bhrollach

Nár leig mé le gaoith

'S ma fhágaim a' baile

Níl phillfidh mé choiche

Tá lionn dubh ar m’aigne

Is caill ar mo chiall

'S nach trom sin ar d’anam

A Chaitlín Triall

There is no fair or market

If in place

I don't see Kitty

She sells her yarn

I shout at her

And I hit the program

Chití is the soul

Stay with me for a day

No cow no calf

And there are no white berries

From the shores of Lough Corva

The bald white mountain

That I would not give to Kitty

At the age of one kiss

It would cure the rash

Coming through in the middle of me

Oh you promised me

You promised twice

Wouldn't you do me the opposite

Now or forever

Not that I saw you

Another man is drinking

In the back of the tom tom

And a mug of beer in his fist

But we will let go

But that's not prudent

I want to comment

On the Kitty of the Curls

It is the plant of man

She's a genius

A model I have never seen

South or north

A bedtime little boy

I have been in love for a year

I prefer my wife

I have never seen

But I let the boys

In my company

I was home

With my Caitlin Trial

There is no smoke on my chest

I did not let wind

And if I leave home

I will never return

My mind is melancholy

Lose my senses

And isn't that heavy on your soul

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