Cill Chais - The Dubliners

Cad a dhéanfaimid feasta gan adhmad?

Tá deireadh na gcoillte ar lár

Níl trácht ar Chill Chais ná a teaghlach

'S ní chluinfear a cling go brách

An áit úd 'na gcónaíodh an dei-bhean

Fuair gradam is meidhir thar mnáibh

Bhíodh iarlaí ag tarraingt thar toinn ann

'S an t-Aifreann binn dá rá

Ní chluinim fuaim lachan ná gé ann

Ná iolar ag éamh cois cuain

Ná fiú na mbeacha chun saothair

Thabharfadh mil agus céir don tslua

Níl ceol binn milis na n-éan ann

Le hamharc an lae dul uainn

Ná an chuaichín i mbarra na gcraobh ann

Ó's í chuirfeadh an saol chun suain

Aicim ar Mhuire 's ar Íosa

Go dtaga sí arís chughainn slán

Go mbeidh rincí fada 'gabháil timpeall

Ceol fidil 's tinte cnámh

Go dtógfar an baile seo ár sinsear

Cill Chais bhreá, arís go hard

Is go brách nó go dtiocfaidh and díle

Ná feicfear é arís ar lár

What will we do in the future without wood?

The end of the woods is in the middle

There is no mention of Kilcash or her family

And her cling will never be heard

That's where the good woman lived

Gained prestige and merriment over women

Earls used to pull over waves there

It's a sweet Mass to say

I do not hear the sound of a duck or a goose

Do not let an eagle roar by the harbor

Not even the bees to labor

Honey and wax would bring the crowd

There is no sweet sweet music of the birds

With the sight of the day passing away

Not the cuckoo in the tree bar there

Oh, it would put life to sleep

I love Mary and Jesus

May she come back to us safe

That long dances will 'catch around

Fiddle music and bonfires

May this home be built by our ancestors

Fine Cill Chais, again high

It is forever until the flood comes

Never to be missed again