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An Óiche

[“The night” – traditional 18th century]

An cuimhin leat an oíche úd a bhí tú ag an bhfuinneog
Gan hata gan láimhne dod dhíon gan chasóg?
Do shín mé mo lámh chughat ‘s do rug tú uirthi barróg
Gan hata gan láimhne dod dhíon gan chasóg?
‘Gus labhair an fhuiseog
A chumainn mo chroí tar oíche ghar éigin    
An cuimhin leat an oíche úd ‘san oíche ag cur cuisne    
     
Do shín mé mo lámh chughat ‘s do rug tú uirthi barróg    
Gan hata gan láimhne dod dhíon gan chasóg?    
‘Gus labhair an fhuiseog    
A chumainn mo chroí tar oíche ghar éigin    
An cuimhin leat an oíche úd ‘san oíche ag cur cuisne…

Do you remember that night when you were at the window
Without a hat or glove or overcoat on you?
I gave my hand to you and you clasped it to you
Without a hat or glove or overcoat on you?
And the lark spoke
My love, come to me some night
Do you remember that night? And the night was so cold
     
I gave my hand to you and you clasped it to you
Without a hat or glove or overcoat on you?
And the lark spoke
My love, come to me some night
Do you remember that night? And the night was so cold

Trad. arr. Michael McGlynn