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	Lon Doire An Chairn Binn sin, a Loin Doire an Chairn! Ní chuala mé in aird sa bhith Ceol ba binne ná do cheol agus tú fá bhun do nid Aoincheol is binne fán mbith mairg nach éisteann leis go fóill A mhic Calprainn na gclog mbinn is go mbéarthá aríst ar do nóin Agat, mar tá agam féin dá mbeith deimhin scéil an eoin Do-ghéantá déara go dian ‘s ní bhiadh t’aire ar Dhia go fóill I gcrích Lochlann na sreabh ngorm fuair mac Cumhaill na gcorn ndearg An t-éan do-chíthe-se anois ag sin a scéal doit go dearbh Doire an Chairn an choill úd thiar mar a ndéindís an Fhiann fos Ar áille is ar chaoimhe a crann is eadh do cuireadh ann an lon Sgolghaire luin Doire an Chairn búithre an daimh ó Aill na gCaor Ceol le gcodladh Fionn go moch lachain ó Loch na dTrí gCaol Cearca fraoich um Chruachain Chuinn feadghail dobhráin Druim Dhá Loch Gotha fiulair Ghlinn’ na bhFuath longhaire cuach Chnuic na Scoth Gotha gadhair Ghleanna Caoin is gáir fhiolair chaoich na sealg Tairm na gcon ag triall go moch isteach ó Thráigh na gCloch nDearg An tráth do mhair Fionn ‘s an Fhiann dob ansa leo sliabh ná cill Ba binn leosan fuighle lon gotha na gclog leo níor bhinn Blackbird Of Doire An Chairn Beautiful, O Blackbird of Doire an Chairn! Nowhere on Earth have I heard A lovelier music than yours there as you guard your nest The world’s loveliest song a shame you won’t listen a while Mac Calprainn of the sweet bells You could still fit in your nones If you knew, as I know myself the real story of that bird You would have to cry hard tears and forget your God a while In a blue-rivered Viking region Mac Cumhaill of the burnished goblets Found the bird you see before you true is the tale I tell Doire an Chairn is the wood back there where the Fianna took their rest So fine and fair its trees they set the blackbird there Throat-song of the blackbird of Doire an Chairn stag’s call from Aill na gCaor Where Fionn’s music, sleeping at morn and the ducks from Loch na dTrí gCaol The grouse at Cruachan, seat of Conn otters whistling at Druim Dhá Loch Eagle cry in Gleann na bhFuath cuckoo’s murmur on Chnuic na Scoth Dog’s voices in Ghleanna Caoin cry of the half-blind hunting eagle Patter of hounds, on their way early in from Thráigh na gCloch nDearg When Fionn and the Fianna lived they loved the hills, not hermit-cells Blackbird speech is what they loved not the sound, unlovely, of your bells
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