Éirigh Suas a Stóirín - Karan Casey

Éirigh suas a stóirín mura bfhuil tú 'do shuí

Oscail an doras agus lig mise chun ti

Tá buidéal im' aice bhéarfas deoch do mhnaoi an tí

Agus tá súil agam nach ndiúltaíonn tú mé fá do iníon

Nuair a éirím amach ar maidin agus dearcaim uaim siar

Is dearcaim ar a’bhaile úd a bhfuil agam le dul ann

Titeann na deóra ina sróite liom síos

Agus nímse míle osna bíos cosúil le cumhaidh

I ngleanntan coilleadh uagní is lag brónach a bím

Ó Dhomhnach go Domhnach 's mé ag cathamh mo shaoil

'smé ag feitheamh gach trathnóna ce rachadh 'na ród no cé thiocfadh 'n tí

'S gan duine ar an domhan mhór a thógfadh mo chroí

Nach aoibhinn don éanlaith a éiríos gach lá

‘S a luíos arís ar an aonchraoibh amháin

Ní h'é sin dom féin ‘s do mo chéad mhíle grá

Is i bhfad i bhfad ó chéile bíos ár n-éirí gach lá

Rise up, my Love (Translation)

Rise up, my love, if you’re still in bed lying

Open the door that I might come and recline

By my side I’ve a bottle that I’ve brought for your mother

And I hope she’ll allow it that you shall be mine

When I rise in the morning and look o’er the way

And I look at the place where I’ll spend the long day

The tears fall in streams down my two cheeks like rain

And many’s the time that I sigh for that maid

In the thick wooded glen I live there in loneliness

From Sunday to Sunday spending time on my own

The coming and going I watch o’er the road-way

And nothing in this wide world will lift up my heart

Isn’t it great for the birds that rise up every morning

And roost with each other on the same bush or spray

But that’s not how it is for both me and my true-love

For it’s far from each other that we rise every day

Get up, sweetheart, if you're not sitting

Open the door and let me go

She has a bottle of butter that will bring a drink to the woman of the house

And I hope you do not reject me for your daughter

When I get up in the morning and look back

I look at that town where I have to go

Tears fall down my cheeks

And I sigh a thousand times like a nostalgia

In the valley of the woods of loneliness I feel weak and sad

From Sunday to Sunday as I spend my life

I was waiting every evening for who would go on the road or who would come home

And no one in the world would lift my heart

What a delight for the birds that rise every day

‘Lies again on the one-branch

That's not for me's my first love

Our daily beings are far, far away

Rise up, my Love (Translation)

Rise up, my love, if you’re still in bed lying

Open the door that I might come and recline

By my side I’ve a bottle that I’ve brought for your mother

And I hope she’ll allow it that you shall be mine

When I rise in the morning and look o’er the way

And I look at the place where I’ll spend the long day

The tears fall in streams down my two cheeks like rain

And many have the time that I sigh for that maid

In the thick wooded glen I live there in loneliness

From Sunday to Sunday spending time on my own

The coming and going I watch o’er the road-way

And nothing in this wide world will lift up my heart

Isn’t it great for the birds that rise up every morning

And roost with each other on the same bush or spray

But that’s not how it is for both me and my true-love

For it’s far from each other that we rise every day