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Shaothraíos an talamh dorcha sa pharóiste faoin leaba
Gur fhás crann ard castáin go déanach san oíche
Fréamha mo chosa, craobhacha mo lámha
Fréamha mo chosa, cosa insan láib
Duilliúr mo ghruaig, ag séideadh sa ghaoth
Aniar aduaidh, cé a dhúiseoidh mé?

Téir síos go Rinn na Mara tá aimitis ar an trá
Cuir in uisce reatha é go ceann trí lá
Ceangail I gceirt is caith ar do chorp
Corcra an lia, corcra an chloch
Aniar aduaidh an t-éinín is lú
Aon fhocal uaidh, sin a dhúiseoidh tú.
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Translation;
I worked the dark land in the parish under the bed
Till there grew a tall chestnut tree late in the night
My feet are the roots, my arms the branches
My feet the roots, roots in the earth
My hair the leaves, waving in the wind
From the northwest, who will wake me up?

Go down to the point of the sea there's amethyst on the strand
Place it in running water for three days
Wrap it in a cloth and wear it on your body
Purple the healer, purple the stone
From the northwest the tiniest of birds
One word from him, that's what will wake you up.

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