Érigh Suas a Stórín - Cara Dillon

Éirigh suas a stóirín Rise up, my darling

Mura bfhuil tú do shuí If you’re not up already

Foscail a' doras Open the door

Agus lig mise 'un tí And let me into the house

Ta buidéal im aice There’s a bottle beside me

Bhéarfas deoch do mhnaoi an tí That’ll give a drink to the woman of the house

A’s tá súil 'gam nach ndiúltuigheann And I hope you don’t

Tú mé fa do níon Refuse me your daughter

Nuair a é irighim amach ar maidin When I rise out in the morning

Agus dearcaim uaim siar And I look to the west

Is dearcaim ar a’bhaile And I look at the town

Ud a bhfuil agam le ghabhail ann That I have to go to

Tuiteann na deóra The tears fall

Na sróite liom sios In floods down

Agus gniomh se míle osna And I give a thousand sighs

A tá cosúil le cumhaidh That are like homesickness

I ngleanntain na coilleadh uagní In the glens of the lonely wood

Is lag bró nach a bim I am weak and sad

Ó Dhomnach go Domhnach From Sunday to Sunday

'S mé ag cathamh mo shaol As I spend my life

'Mé feitheamh gach trathnóna I look every evening to see

Ce shiúlúil 'na ród no cé thiocfadh 'n ti Who would walk on the road or come to

the house

'S gan duine ar an domhan mhór And there’s no one on the great earth

A thiocfadh 's thógfadh mo chroí Who would come and lift my heart

A Mháilí a chéadsearc Oh Molly, my first love

Na tréig thusa mé go brách Don’t you ever abandon me

Nach bhfuil mé do dhiadh gach aon lá Am I not after you each and every day

Fa mhalaidh na n-ard?

On the slopes of the hillock?

Is tú cruithneach ar mhná Éireann You are the wheat of all the women of Ireland

Is tú an péarla 'tá doiligh 'fháil You are the pearl that is difficult to get

Is dar mhionna mo bhéil ni bréag é And by the oath of my mouth, it is no lie

Go bhfuil mé leatsa i ngrá That I am in love with you

Éirigh suas a stóirín Rise up, my darling

Mura bfhuil tú do shuí If you’re not up already

Foscail a' doras Open the door

Agus lig mise 'un tí And let me into the house

Ta buidéal im aice There’s a bottle beside me

Bhéarfas deoch do mhnaoi an tí That’ll give a drink to the woman of the house

A’s tá súil 'gam nach ndiúltuigheann And I hope you don’t

Tú mé fa do níon Refuse me your daughter

Rise up, my darling

If you’re not up already

Open the door

And let me 'un tí And let me into the house

There’s a bottle beside me There’s a bottle beside me

That’ll give a drink to the woman of the house That’ll give a drink to the woman of the house

And I hope you don’t

Refuse me your daughter

When I rise out in the morning

And I look to the west

I look at the town And I look at the town

That I have to go to

The tears fall

The floods with me down In floods down

And I gave a thousand sighs And I give a thousand sighs

That is like homesickness

In the glens of the lonely wood

I am weak and sad

From Sunday to Sunday From Sunday to Sunday

As I spend my life As I spend my life

'I look every evening to see

Who would walk on the road or who would come Who would walk on the road or come to

the house

And there’s no one on the great earth

Who would come and lift my heart

Oh my dear love Oh Molly, my first love

Don’t you ever abandon me

I am not after you each and every day

By the eye of the high?

On the slopes of the hillock?

You are the wheat of all the women of Ireland

You are the pearl that is difficult to get

And by the oath of my mouth, it is no lie

That I am in love with you

Rise up, my darling

If you’re not up already

Open the door

And let me 'un tí And let me into the house

There’s a bottle beside me There’s a bottle beside me

That’ll give a drink to the woman of the house That’ll give a drink to the woman of the house

And I hope you don’t

Refuse me your daughter