Nuair a Bhí Mise Óg - Aoife Ní Fhearraigh

Nuair a bhí mise óg

Ó ba dheas is ba dóighiúil

A' scafaire stócaigh mé

'Súil' na mban óg

Bhínn á mealladh 's á bpógadh

Is shiúlainn a' rod leo

'S bhínn carthanach cóir leo

Gan mhairg gan bhrón

Bhíodh rosca gach bruinnil'

A' lasadh le loinnir

'S gach dealramh níos glinne

Le lúcháire romham

'S mo ghuthsa gur bhinne leo

'Chluinstin sa chruinniú

Ná'n píobaire 'seinm

Ó mhaidin go neoin

Och, och, ar a' lá sin

Murab é bhain a' bláth domh

'S é d’fhág mé mar 'tá mé

'Mo chréatúr gan dóigh

'S é chloígh mé 's é chráigh mé

Gur chaolaigh mo chnámha

'S d’fhág meath mar ar mo shláinte

Nach leigheastar go deo

'S iomaí bean álainn

Ó Chorcaigh go Málainn

A chaith seal ar láimh liom

Mo chreach is mo léan

'S mé 'g imeacht gan ábhar

Arís is á bhfágail

Go cloíte lag cráite

Faoi leatrom leo féin

Thit mallacht gach duine acu

'Bhfiormhullaigh 'n chinn orm

D’imigh mo bhláth

'S níor fhan ribe ar mo mhaol

Ach mo sheanbhlagad feannta

Le síon is le haimsir

'Mo chréatúr a' drandán

Fé bhuaireamh a' tsaoil

Ach anois iarraim pardún

Go léir ar na staidmhná

'Bhí cineálta cairdiúil liom

Lá breá den tsaol

Ná táthar a' rá liom

Gur damnaithe 'tá me

'S nach dual domh go brách fáil

Go Flaitheas na Naomh

Ach an n-aidimse 'Dhia

Go mb’fhearr liom go síoraí

'Bheith 'n Ifreann na bPian

I measc cairde mo chléibh

Ná bheith 'bhFlaithis in airde

'Measc túitní cráifeach'

Nach dtuigfeadh a' cás

A d’fhág mise faoi léan

Och, och, ar a' lá sin

Murab é bhain a' bláth domh

'S é d’fhág mé mar 'tá mé

'Mo chréatúr gan dóigh

'S é chloígh mé 's é chráigh mé

Gur chaolaigh mo chnámha

'S d’fhág meath mar ar mo shláinte

Nach leigheastar go deo

When I was young

Oh, it's nice

I'm a stocking scavenger

The 'eye' of the young ladies

I was attracted to them and kissing them

I walk the rod with them

And I was a fair charity with them

No sorrow without sorrow

Every bruise was roasted '

Burning with radiance

And every appearance is brighter

With joy in front of me

My voice is sweet to them

'I heard in the meeting

Do not play the piper

From morning to neon

Oh, oh, on that day

If not the flower touched me

What I left is because I am

'My helpless creature

I obeyed and I was tormented

That my bones narrowed

And my health has deteriorated

Not cured forever

There are many beautiful women

From Cork to Malin

Who spent a spell on me

My prey and my sorrow

I'm leaving without a subject

Again leaving

Weakly tormented

Oppressed by themselves

The curse of each of them fell

My head is over me

My flower is gone

And no hair remained on my bald head

But my old fancy blog

With rain and weather

'My creature is humming

Under the worries of life

But now I ask for forgiveness

All on the stats

'He was kind and friendly to me

A beautiful day of life

I'm not being told

I'm damned

And I will never be found

To the Kingdom of the Saints

But I confess God

I wish you all the best

'Being in the Hell of Pain

Among the friends of my chest

Do not be 'Heaven exalted

'Mix pious cigarettes'

Would not understand the situation

Which left me depressed

Oh, oh, on that day

If not the flower touched me

What I left is because I am

'My helpless creature

I obeyed and I was tormented

That my bones narrowed

And my health has deteriorated

Not cured forever