Lyric Ta Mo Chleamhnas Deanta (my Match It Is Made)

Ta mo chleamhnas deanta o athru areir
S ni mo na go dtaithnioonn an bhean liom fein
Ach fagfaidh me i mo dhiaidh i
gus imeoidh me liom fein
Ar fud na gcoillte craobhach

My match it was made here last night
To a girl I neither love nor like
But I ll take my own advice
And leave her behind
And go roaming the wild woods all over.

Shiuil mise thoir agus shiuil mise thiar.
Shiuil mise Corcaigh gus sraide Bh l ath Cliath
Ach samhail de mo chailin deas ni fhaca mise riamh.
Si an bhean dubh a dhfhag mo chroi craite

I walked up and I walked down.
I walked Cork, and Dublin, and Belfast towns,
But no equal to my true love could I find.
She s the wee lass that s left my heart broken.

D eirigh me ar maidin dha uair roimh an la
gus fuair me litir o mo mhile ghra
Chuala me an smoilin s an londubh a ra
Gur ealiagh mo ghra thar saile

I got up two hours before day
And I got a letter from my true love.
I heard the blackbird and linnet say
That my love had crossed the ocean.