Maire Mhilis Bhrea - Solas

A Mhaire mhilis bhrea

Do dh’fhuig an saighead seo im' lar

Ni leigheasfar in Oilean na Fodhla

'S do bhearfainn dar mo lamh

Da bhfaighfea fein mo chas

Na ligfear me i mbas gan foirthint

Ni chaithim unsa bidh

Ni chodlaim neal o luim

Ni tapa ionam na bri na scail bheag

Mara bhfaighfidh me uair no scith

Le dianghra lar mo chroi

Ni mhairfidh me beo mi na raithe

Nil fios a leigheas mo chra

Ag aoinne beo le failt

Ach amhain ag an mnaoi seo do bhreoigh me Nil me leighes ar mhuir na tra

Nil mo leigheas ar luibh na lamha

Nil mo leigheas ach ag blath na hoige

Ni dh’aithnim lon thar chuach

Ni dh’aithnim teas thar fuacht

Ni dh’aithnim aon uair mo chairde

Ni dh’aithnim oiche thar la Ach dh’aithneodh mo chroi mo ghra

Da dtagadh si i dtrath agus foirthint

A Mhaire is tu mo ghra

A ghra mo chroi do chra

Gra sin gan donas gan aon eislinn

Gra o aois go bas

Gra o bhaois go fas

Gra a chuirfeadh go dluth fe cheim me Gra gan suil le saol

Gra gan tnuth le spre

Gra do d’fhag me craite i ndaorbhroid

Gra mo chroi thar mhnaibh

Is a shamhail suid de ghra

Is annamh e le failt ag aon fhear

Foir a chumainn dean

Is tabhair 'om phog od bheil

Is tog anois chugat fein on mbas me No ordaigh leaba chaol

I gcomhra chluthair deil

I bhfogas don daol 's da chairde

Ni beo mo bheo acht eag

Ni glor mo ghlor ach gaoth

Nil snua orm saol na slainte

Ach go deorach bronach treith

Gan cheol gan sport gan reim

I ndaorbhroid 's i bpein le gra dhu

Dear sweet Mary

This arrow hit a target

It will not be cured in the Isle of Fodhla

And I would say on my own

I would find my turn

Do not let me die without merit

I don't waste an ounce of food

I don't sleep like a cloud

The small scales are not fast in me

But I'll find one or the other

With a heavy heart

I will not live to die

There is no cure for my pain

Anyone alive is welcome

Only by this woman did I heal, I am not healed on the sea of ​​tra

The herbs of the hands are not my cure

My cure is only in the flower of childhood

I don't recognize a lon over a bunch

I don't know heat over cold

I never recognize my friends

I would not know night over day But my heart would know my love

She came in time and fortune

Dear Mary, you are my love

My heart loves you

Gra so no donas no eslinn

Gra from age to death

Love from birth to life

A man who would bring me close to him, a man without an eye for life

Gra without thread with spre

Thank you for leaving me devastated

Gra my heart over women

They are a model of love

It is rarely welcomed by any man

People who associate

Give me a kiss on the mouth

Now go to yourself since I died Or order a narrow bed

In the cozy atmosphere of a lathe

Close to family and friends

I will not live but edit

My voice is nothing but wind

I don't know the life of salvation

But with characteristic tears

No music no sport no rhyme

In grief and pain with love