Ta Mo Chleamhnas Deanta (My Match It Is Made)
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Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney
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Ta mo chleamhnas deanta o athru areir
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S'ni mo na go dtaithnioonn an bhean liom fein
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Ach fagfaidh me i mo dhiaidh i
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'gus imeoidh me liom fein
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Ar fud na gcoillte craobhach
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My match it was made here last night
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To a girl I neither love nor like
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But I'll take my own advice
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And leave her behind
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And go roaming the wild woods all over.
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Shiuil mise thoir agus shiuil mise thiar.
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Shiuil mise Corcaigh 'gus sraide Bh'l'ath Cliath
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Ach samhail de mo chailin deas ni fhaca mise riamh.
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'Si an bhean dubh a dhfhag mo chroi craite
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I walked up and I walked down.
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I walked Cork, and Dublin, and Belfast towns,
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But no equal to my true love could I find.
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She's the wee lass that's left my heart broken.
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D'eirigh me ar maidin dha uair roimh an la
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'gus fuair me litir o mo mhile ghra
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Chuala me an smoilin 's an londubh a ra
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Gur ealiagh mo ghra thar saile
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I got up two hours before day
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And I got a letter from my true love.
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I heard the blackbird and linnet say
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That my love had crossed the ocean.
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Ta Mo Chleamhnas Deanta
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| Van Morrison |
