An Raibh Tú ag an gCarraig? | Liricí Amhrán

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An raibh tú ag an gCarraig nó a' bhfaca tú fhéin mo ghrá?	Have you been at Carrick and saw you my true love there
Nó a' bhfaca tú gile, finne agus scéimh na mná?	And saw you her features, all beautiful, bright and fair?
Nó a' bhfaca tú an t-úll ba deas is ba mhilse bláth?	Saw you the most fragrant, flowering sweet apple tree?
Nó a' bhfaca tú mo Vailintín nó a' bhfuil sí á cloí mar 'táim?	Oh! Saw you my loved one, and pines she in grief like me?

Ó bhí mé ag an gCarraig is chonaic mé fhéin do ghrá	"I have been at Carrick and saw thy own true love there
Ó chonaic mé gile, finne agus scéimh na mná	And saw, too, her features, all beautiful, bright and fair
Ó chonaic mé an t-úll ba deas is ba mhilse bláth	And saw the most fragrant, flowering sweet apple tree
Agus chonaic mé do Vailintín agus níl sí á cloí mar 'táir	I saw thy loved one; she pines not in grief like thee"

Nuair a bhímse im chodladh bíonn osna gan bhrí im chliabh	When seeking to slumber my bosom is rent with sighs
'S mé im luí idir chnocaibh go dtige an ghrian aniar	I toss on my pillow till morning’s blest beams arise
A rúin ghil 's a chogair, níl fuartacht mo chuise ach Dia	No aid, bright beloved, can reach me save God above
'S go ndearnadh loch fola de sholas mo shúl id dhiaidh	For blood-lake is formed of the light of my eyes with love

An raibh tú ag an gCarraig nó a' bhfaca tú fhéin mo ghrá?

Have you been at Carrick and saw you my true love there

Nó a' bhfaca tú gile, finne agus scéimh na mná?

And saw you her features, all beautiful, bright and fair?

Nó a' bhfaca tú an t-úll ba deas is ba mhilse bláth?

Saw you the most fragrant, flowering sweet apple tree?

Nó a' bhfaca tú mo Vailintín nó a' bhfuil sí á cloí mar 'táim?

Oh! Saw you my loved one, and pines she in grief like me?

Ó bhí mé ag an gCarraig is chonaic mé fhéin do ghrá

"I have been at Carrick and saw thy own true love there

Ó chonaic mé gile, finne agus scéimh na mná

And saw, too, her features, all beautiful, bright and fair

Ó chonaic mé an t-úll ba deas is ba mhilse bláth

And saw the most fragrant, flowering sweet apple tree

Agus chonaic mé do Vailintín agus níl sí á cloí mar 'táir

I saw thy loved one; she pines not in grief like thee"

Nuair a bhímse im chodladh bíonn osna gan bhrí im chliabh

When seeking to slumber my bosom is rent with sighs

'S mé im luí idir chnocaibh go dtige an ghrian aniar

I toss on my pillow till morning’s blest beams arise

A rúin ghil 's a chogair, níl fuartacht mo chuise ach Dia

No aid, bright beloved, can reach me save God above

'S go ndearnadh loch fola de sholas mo shúl id dhiaidh

For blood-lake is formed of the light of my eyes with love