Letra de Ard Uí Chuain/Sadhbh Ní Bhruinneallaigh (Live 2017)
Dá mbeinn féin in Aird Uí Chuain In aice an tsléibhe atá i bhfad uaim B'annamh liom gan dul ar cuairt Go gleann na gcuach Dé Domhnaigh Is iomaí Nollaig a bhí mé féin I mBun Abhann Doinne is mé gan chéill Ag iomáin ar an trá bháin 'Is mo chamán bán ins mo dhorn liom Agus och och Éire 'lig is ó, Éire lionn dubh (melancholy) agus ó, 'Sé mo chroí 'tá trom 's bronach. Nach tuirseach mise anseo liom féin Nach n-áirim guth coiligh lonndubh nó traon gealbhán, smaolach, naoscach féin Is chan aithním féin an Domhnach 'Sé seo an choraíocht atá buan Ar a' tsaol go gcuirfeadh sé cluain Mheallfadh sé an chaora ón uan – Agus mheall sé uaimse an óige Dá mbeadh agam coite is rámh D'iomairfinn liom ar dhroim a'tsnáimh 'S mé ag duil le Dia go sroichfinn slán Is chan aithním féin an DomhnachEnglish TranslationI wish I were in Ardicoan Near yon mountain far away. I would seldom let the Sunday go From the Cuckoo's glen across the bay. It is many a Christmas Day I had In Cushendun while still a lad; Hurling on the White Shore Strand With my good ash hurley in my hand. And it's oh dear Ireland, you're my home! Far from you I had to roam And my heart is heavy and alone. 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. But the grave is waiting for us all The whole wide world must heed its call It steals the mother from her brood As it stole away my boyhood. If I only had a boat and oar I would row to Erin's shore Trusting God to see me o'er In time to die in Ireland.