Deirín Dé
the last wisp of smoke


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Deirín Dé

Deirín dé, deirín dé
Tá an gabhairín oíche amuigh san bhfraoch
Deirín dé, deirín dé
Tá an bunán donn ag labhairt san bhféith

Gheobhaidh ba siar le héirí an lae
‘S rachaidh mo leanbh á bfheighilt ar féar

Éireoidh gealach is rachaidh grian fé
Tiocfaidh ba aniar le deire an lae

Tá nead smólaí im chóifrín féin
Tá, agus ór dom stóirín féin

Ligfead mo leanbh ag piocadh sméar
Ach codladh go sámh go fáinne an lae!


The Last Wisp Of Smoke

Deirín dé, deirín dé
The nightjar is abroad in the heather
Deirín dé, deirín dé
The brown bittern speaks in the reeds

Cows will go west at dawn of day
And my child will go mind them in the pasture

The moon will rise and the sun will set
Cows will return from the west at close of day

A thrush’s nest in my little press
Yes, and gold for my little darling

I shall let my child go picking berries
But sleep soundly till light of day!



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