An Spailpin Fanach - Dervish

Is spailpin aerach treitheach mise agus bigi ag

Solathar mna dhom

Mar scaipfinn an siol faoi dho san Earrach in eadan

Taltai bana (x 2)

Mo lamha ar an gceachta I ndiaidh na gcapall 's go

Reabfainnse cnoic le fana.

An chead la I nEirinn ar liostail mise, o bhi me sugach

Sasta

'S an darna la dar liostail mise, o bhi me buartha

Craite;

Ach an triu la dar liostail mise, thabharfainn cuig

Cead punt ar fhagail,

Ach go dtugainn sin agus an oiread eile, ni raibh mo

Phas le fail a’m.

Mo chuig cead slan leat, a dhuthaigh m’athar, is go deo

Deo don eilean gramhar,

Is don scata fear og ata 'mo dhiaidh ag baile, nach

Gclisfeadh orm in am a ghathair!

Ta Baile Atha Cliath doite, is togfar Gaillimh, beidh

Lasair againn ar thinte chamha,

Beidh fion agus beoir ar bord ag m’athair -- sin

Cabhair ag an Spailpin Fanach!

Agus b’fhaide liomsa lla bheinn I dteach gan charaid na

Bliain mhor fhada is raithe,

Mar is buachaillin aerach me, sugach meanmach a

Bhreagfadh bruinneal mhanla.

Agus dha bhean deag a bhi ag ead 's ag iomai liom, a

Suil le tairfe mo laidhe --

S’e paidir na cailli nuair a theinn thar a tairseach,

«now behave yourself, a Spailpin Fanach!»

I'm a gifted gay spailpin and bigi at

A woman's supply for me

As I scatter the seed under him in the Spring in between

Taltai bana (x 2)

My hands on the lesson After the horses's that

Reabfainnse hills with fana.

The first day in Ireland I was listed, because I was soaked

Sasta

And the second day I listed, oh I was worried

Craite;

But the third day I listed, I would give five

One hundred pounds left,

But to give that and so much more, was not mine

Passport available to me.

Farewell, my father's country, forever

Forever to the gracious island,

It's for the bunch of young men who 'follow me at home, no

I would fail in his time!

Dublin is burned, Galway will be built, yes

We flame on bonfires,

My dad will have wine and beer on board - that's

Help the Spailpin Fanach!

And I wish I could stay in a house without a friend

A long, long year,

As a gay boy,

A manle bruin would bite.

And for twelve wives to be jealous of me, a

Expect the benefit of my lie -

It is the prayer of the lost when she crosses her threshold,

«Now behave yourself, a Spailpin Fanach!»