School: Clochar Muire, Tobar an Choire (roll number 12166)

Tobercurry, Co. Sligo
An tSr. M. Nioclás
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0171, Page 374

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  1. Amhrán

    The Summer is coming and the grass is green

    The Summer is coming and the grass is green
    And the leaves are budding upon every tree
    The pretty small brids will join and sing,
    Saying you're welcome home love to plough the Spring.

    Tiochfaidh an Samhradh is fásfaidh an féár
    Agus tiocfaidh na duilleógaí ar bhár na gcraobh;
    Tiochfaidh mo ghrádh-sa le bánú a' lae,
    Agus bhéidh mé abhaile leis, le congnamh Dé.

    This night is dark and its very cold,
    My love is lost and can't be found;
    I'll search these green hills and valleys low
    And where to find him I do not know.
    Tá an oidhche dorcha agus tá sé fuar
    Chaill mé mo stóirín sa' tseachtmhain bhuan,
    Féachfaidh mé na gleanntaibh agus na cnuic an-árd
    Agus túaireasg mo stóirín ní thig liom fághail.

    My love knows I can card and spin
    My love knows I can wash and wring,
    I'd make up linens both coarse and fine,
    And for the want of fortune I was left behind
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
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