In Garran Na Bhile - The Wolfe Tones

An raibh tú riamh i nGarrán a' Bhile?

Nó an bhfaca tú í ' nGarrán a' Bhile?

An tsuairc-bhean óg na gcuacha óir?

'S í Cáit mo stór i nGarrán a' Bhile

Is gille í ná eal' ar linn

'S ná sneacht' ar bharr na craoibhe cruinne;

'S is milse 'póg ná drúcht na rós

'S i Cáit mo stór i nGarrán a' Bhile

Is binn' a ceol ná lon 's na smól

'S na filimeol ar chraobh na saile

Mar long faoi sheol ar thoinn gan cheo

Sea tcím mo stór i nGarrán a' Bhile

Chugatsa, 'Chriost, le fonn mo ghuí

Má á aon bhrí i í an fhile

Gan áin, gan íos, gan phráinn, gan díth

Go raibh áit 's a buíon i nGarrán a' Bhile

Have you ever been to Bill Grove?

Or did you see her 'Bill Grove?

The charming young lady of the golden curls?

Cáit is my treasure in Garrán a 'Bhile

She is a boy or a swan among us

And don't snow on the top of the globe;

And a kiss is sweeter than the dew of the rose

Cáit is my treasure in Garrán a 'Bhile

Her music is sweeter than the lon and the smol

And the films on the willow branch

Like a ship sailing on a fogless submarine

Yes, I find my store in Bill 's Grove

To you, 'Christ, with the desire of my prayer

If the poet has any meaning in her

Without joy, without humility, without urgency, without want

That there was a place with her group in Garrán a 'Bhile