Fáinne Geal an Lae

Ar maidin moch do ghabhas amach ar bruach Locha Léin

An Samhradh teacht ‘san chraobh lem ais agus lonnradh te on ngréin

Ar mo thaisteal dom tré bhailtí poirt agus bánta míne réidh

Cé gheobhainn lem ais ach an chúilfhionn deas le fáinne geal an lae.

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Ní raibh bróg ná stoca, caidhp ná clóca ar mo stóirín óg ón spéir

Ach folt fionnóir bhí síos go troigh ag fás go barr an fhéir

Bhí calán crúite aice ‘na glaic is ar drúcht ba dheas a scéimh

Is do rug barrghean ó Bhénus dheas le fáinne geal an lae.

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Do shuigh an bhrídeach síos lem ais ar bheinsín glas dhen bhféar

Ag magadh léi do bhíossa de bhrí ná scarfainn léi

Sé dúirt sí liom ná himigh uaim agus scaoil mé ag siúl mo réim

Sin iad aneas na soilse ag teacht le fáinne geal an lae.

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Leagan Béarla – Canta go macarónach uaireanta

One morning early as I marched out by the margin of Lough Neagh

The sun shone bright, the trees in green, the summer bloomed again

I left the town and wandered on through fields all green and gay

Whom should I meet but a coleen sweet by the dawning of the day.

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No cap nor cloak this maiden wore, her neck and feet were bare

Down to the ground in ringlets hung her locks of golden hair

With milking pail all in her hand she was lovely, young and fair

And she bore the sway from Venus bright by the dawning of the day.

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On a mossy bank I sat me down my lassie by my side

In gentle words I courted her and asked her to be my bride

She said young man don’t break my heart but let me go my way

For the morning’s light will be shining bright by the dawning of the day.