Imirce

# So, pack up

# Your sea stores

# Consider no longer

# For 10 a week

# Isn't very bad pay

# With no taxes or tithes

# To devour up your wages

# When you are on

# The green fields

# Of Americay

# Farewell to the groves

# Of shillelagh and shamrock

# Farewell to the wee girls

# Of Ireland all round

# May their hearts be as merry

# As ever I could wish for

# When it's far away

# Across the ocean I am bound

# Well, me father is old

# And me mother's quite feeble

# And to leave their own country

# It grieves their hearts sore

# And the tears down their cheeks

# In great drops are rolling

# To think they must die

# Upon a foreign shore

# The sheep run unsheared

# And the land's run to rushes

# The handyman's gone

# And the winder of creels

# Way across the ocean

# Go journeymen, tailors

# And fiddlers that flecked out

# The old mountain reels

# Ah, but I mind the day

# When our Ireland was flourishing

# And when lots of hard tradesmen

# Did work for good pay

# Ah, but since the manufacturees

# Have crossed the Atlantic

# Which is where we must follow

# To Americay

# And it's now to conclude

# That's the end of my story

# If ever friendless Irishman

# Chances my way

# With the best in the house

# I will greet him in welcome

# Far away

# On the green fields

# Of Americay. #

# O liostail me le sairsint

# Mo creach agus mo bhron

# Chuaigh me leis thar saile Mar bhi me og gan cheill

# Fuair me gunnai sasta agus claimhte geara bana

# Is shil me fein gurbh fhearr Sin na Contae Mhaigh Eo

# Ma theann tu choiche go Connachta

# Tabhair ruaig chun oileain uir

# Inis do mo bhunadh Go bhfuil me faoi bhron

# Go bhfuil me tinn treithlag Is gan duine ar bith le m'fhiafrai

# Is me ag smaointiu frid mo nealtai Ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo

# Ta piopa fada cailce agam Is tabaca le cur ann

# Buideal uisce bheatha Is an mhorchuid den leann

# Leaba dheas den luachair Is mo stoirin le cur inti

# Is cead sineadh sios go maidin Le mo chailin doighiuil donn

# Nach deas an rud na saighdiuiri Agus fliuit an bhaile mhoir

# Ag eiri amach ar maidin Is a gcuid mna deasa leo

# A gcuid beaigniti faoina n-ascailli leofa is iad uilig ag ceol

# Is ma tchionn sibh Ag dul thar saile iad

# Is a ri gan mise leo

# O liostail mele sairsint Mo creach agus mo bhron

# Chuaigh me leis thar saile Mar bhi meog gan cheill

# Fuair me gunnai sasta Agus claimhte geara bana

# Is shil mefein gurbh fhearr sin

# Na Contae Mhaigh Eo. #

# To the north of Americay

# My love I'll search for

# Where I shall know no-one

# And no-one knows me

# And if I don't find her

# I'll return home no more

# Like a pilgrim, I will wander

# For the maid of Culmore. #

# From sweet, lovely Derry

# To the fair London town

# There is no finer harbour

# Onywhere to be found

# Where the children each evening

# Go down to the shore

# And the joy bells are ringing

# For the maid of Culmore

# The first time I saw her

# She passeth me by

# And the next time I saw her

# She bid me goodbye

# But the last time I saw her

# She grieved my heart so

# For she sailed down Loch Foyle

# And away from Culmore... #

# To the north of Americay

# My love I'll search for

# For there, I know no-one

# And no-one knows me

# But should I not find her

# I'll return home no more

# Like a pilgrim, I'll wander

# For the maid of Culmore. #

SEAGULL CAWS

# A Mheilte Cheann Dubhrann

# Is sibh a thogfadh dom cian

# Trathnona sa tsamhradh

# Nuair a luios an ghrian

# Nach aoibhinn do do chladaigh

# D'oiche is de lo

# Is a Mheilte Cheann Dubhrann

# Cead slan libh go deo

# Nach sna meilte udai a chaith me

# Seal aoibhinn gan ghruaim

# Ag buachailleacht eallaigh

# Fa imeall an chuain

# Is ann abogadh mo chliabhan

# Nuair a bhi me beag og

# Is a Mheilte Cheann Dubhrann

# Cead slan libh go deo

# Ta nealtai na maidne

# Ag breacadh sa speir

# Ta na coiligh ag scairtigh

# Le banu an lae

# Ta an soitheach ag fanacht

# In imeall an cheo

# Is a Mheilte Cheann Dubhrann

# Cead slan libh go deo

# Nach trua mise amarach

# Ag dul idir dha dtir

# Agus sleibhte na coigriche

# Ag cur cumha ar mo chroi

# Beidh mo rosca mar shruthan

# Ag siorshileadh deor

# Is a Mheilte Cheann Dubhrann

# Cead slan libh go deo. #

# Cead slan ag sleibhte maorga

# Chondae Dhun na nGall

# Agus dha chead slan Ag an Earagal ard

# Ina stua os cionn caor's call

# Nuair a ghluais mise thart Le loch Dhun Luich

# Go ciun 'sa ghleann ina lui

# I mo dhiaidh bhi Gleanntain Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair

# Is beag nar bhris mo chroi

# Ag taisteal domh Amach frid chnoic Ghleann Domhain

# 'S an Mhucais ar mo chul

# Ni miste domh 'ra le bron's le cra

# Gur fhreasach a shil mise suil

# 'Go 'Meiricea siar, A bhi mo thriall

# I bhfad thar an fharraige mhor

# D'fhag me slan ar feadh seal Ag Dun na nGall

# 'S ag Gleanntain Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair

# Slan, slan go foill A Dhun na nGall

# A chondae sheimh gan smal

# 'S dod gheara brea in am an gha Nar umhlaigh riamh roimh Ghall

# Ta ait i mo chroi Do gach fear 's gach mnaoi

# 'S gach paiste beag agus mor

# Ata beo go buan, Gan bhuairt, gan ghruaim

# Fa Ghleanntain Ghlas Ghaoth Dobhair. #

# By myself, I'd be in Ardai Chuain

# Where the mountains stand away

# And 'tis I

# Who'd let the Sunday go

# In a quiet little place above the bay

# Agus och

# Och Eire

# Llig is o

# Eire lionn dubh agus o

# Se mo chroi ta trom s bronach

# But my heart

# Is weary all alone

# And it sends a lonely cry

# To the land that sings

# Beyond my dreams

# And the lonely

# Sundays pass me by

# Agus och

# Och Eire

# Llig is o

# Eire lionn dubh

# Agus o

# Se mo chroi ta trom s bronach

# Hu!

# I would have all

# Back the twisted years

# In the bitter western winds

# If the god above would let lie

# In a quiet place above the winds

# Agus och

# Och Eire

# Llig is o

# Eire lionn dubh

# Agus o

# Se mo chroi ta trom s bronach

# Agus o

# Eire lionn dubh agus o

# Eire lionn dubh agus o

# Se mo chroi ta trom s bronach

# At the quiet place

# Called Erin

# Hu! #

SHE SINGS IN GAELIC

# As I went a-walking

# One morning in May

# To view your fair valleys

# And mountains so gay

# I was dreaming on your flowers

# All going to decay

# That bloom around ye

# Bonny, bonny

# Sliabh Gallion Braes

# How often in the evening

# With my dog and my gun

# I rambled these mountains

# For joy and for fun

# But those days, they are all over

# And I am far away

# So, farewell unto ye

# Bonny, bonny

# Sliabh Gallion Braes

# It was not for the want

# Of employment at home

# That caused us poor sons

# Of Ireland to roam

# But those tyrannising landlords

# They would not let us stay

# So, farewell unto you

# Bonny, bonny

# Sliabh Gallion Braes

# Farewell to old Ireland

# The land that is so green

# To the parish of Lissan

# And the cross at Ballinascreen

# May good fortune shine upon you

# When I am far away

# So, farewell unto

# Ye bonny, bonny

# Sliabh Gallion Braes. #

# Another bottle gone

# Still time to carry on

# Songs of yesteryear

# Take comfort in the words

# For I'm sure you've heard

# Of how we're leaving again

# Ghosts in firelight glow

# We're singing what we know

# Of all those good times and bad

# Of troubled long thought gone

# When our people wandered on

# To new lives unknown

# We're on the roads again

# Travelling like the wind

# We're on the waves again

# With the ghosts of our kin

# Take your hand in mine

# I'll hold you one more time

# Before the fire burns out

# But when the cold sets in

# Like the geese, I'll be gone

# You'll never see me again

# We're on the roads again

# Travelling like the wind

# We're on the waves again

# With the ghosts of our kin

# Another bottle gone

# Still time to carry on

# With songs of yesteryear

# Take comfort in the words

# For I'm sure you've heard

# Of how we're leaving again

# We're on the roads again

# Travelling like the wind

# We're on the waves again

# With the ghosts of our kin. #

THEY SING IN GAELIC