Aililiu Na Gamhna - Orla Fallon

Is iníon d’aoire mé

Féinig gan amhras

Do bhíodh ina cónaí

Cois taobh na Leamhna

Bhí bothán agam féin ann

Is fuinneog i gceann de

Fad a bhíodh an bainne ag téamh agam

'Sea ghlaofainn ar na gamhna

Aililiú na gamhna

Na gamhna bána

Aililiú na gamhna

Na gamhna b’iad a b’fhearr liom

Aililiú na gamhna

Na gamhna geala bána

Na gamhna maidin shamhraidh

Ag damhsa ar na bánta

Faightear dom cana

Is faightear dom bhuarach

Is faightear dom soitheach

Ina gcuirfead mo chuid uachtair

Ceolta sí na cruinne bheith

Á síorchur i m’chluasa

Ba bhinne liomsa géimneach na mbó

Ag teacht chun buaile

Aililiú na gamhna

Na gamhna bána

Aililiú na gamhna

Na gamhna b’iad a b’fhearr liom

Aililiú na gamhna

Na gamhna geala bána

Na gamhna maidin shamhraidh

Ag damhsa ar na bánta

Rachaimid ar an aonach

Is ceannóimid gamhna

Is cuirfimid ar féar iad

Amach ins na gleannta

Íosfaidh siad an féar

Is barr an aitinn ghallda

Is tiocfaidh siad abhaile chun

An bhainne i gcóir an tSamhraidh

Aililiú na gamhna

Na gamhna bána

Aililiú na gamhna

Na gamhna b’iad a b’fhearr liom

Aililiú na gamhna

Na gamhna geala bána

Na gamhna maidin shamhraidh

Ag damhsa ar na bánta

I am the daughter of a shepherd

Undoubtedly

He used to live

By the side of the Elm

I had a hut of my own there

It is a window in one of them

While I was warming the milk

'Yes I would call the calves

Alleluia of the calves

The white calves

Alleluia of the calves

The calves were my favorite

Alleluia of the calves

The white calves

The summer morning calves

Dancing on the meadows

I get a can

I get overwhelmed

I get a vessel

Where I would put my creams

She sang the universe being

Constantly whispering in my ears

The cows' milk was sweet to me

Coming to a beat

Alleluia of the calves

The white calves

Alleluia of the calves

The calves were my favorite

Alleluia of the calves

The white calves

The summer morning calves

Dancing on the meadows

We will go to the fair

We will buy calves

We will put them on grass

Out in the valleys

They will eat the grass

It is the top of the foreign gorse

And they will come home to

Milk for the Summer

Alleluia of the calves

The white calves

Alleluia of the calves

The calves were my favorite

Alleluia of the calves

The white calves

The summer morning calves

Dancing on the meadows