Tá crann úll gcoittnéal an ghairdín
Is súifimid síos no go gcuire siad an fál air
Ar eagla go dtitfeadh 'n bunadh óg i ngrá leis
Curfá:
Bhogfaidh tusa
Bogfaidh mise
Is bogfaimid le chéile
Chraoibhín aoibhin aluinn ó
B'fhearr liom an gabha' tá ag obair sa chéartan
Ag bualadh an t-ord go lúfair is go láidir
A shaothrú an scilling is a dolfadh dtí au tabhaime e
B'fhearr liom an feirmeoir ag seoladh amach go h-aerach
Maidin dheas san earrach le seisreach is péire
Ag cromadh ar an obair 's ag tiontú an chreafóg
B'fhearr liom an t-iascaire amuigh ina bháidín
Ag cur a chuid eangach 's ag breith ar na bradáin
Ag troid leis na tonnta o oíche go maidin
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There's an apple tree growing in the garden
And we'll sit down, until they put the earth on it
In case the local youth fall in love with it
You will move
I will move
And we will move together
Oh beautiful, charming branches
I prefer the smith that is working in the workshop
Hitting the hammer strongly and steadily
Earning his pay and drinking it in the tavern
I prefer the farmer herding happily
On a nice day in spring with a plow and gloves
Applying himself to his work and turning earth
I prefer the fisherman out in his little boat
Casting his net and catching the salmon
Fighting with the waves from morning until night
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