Tráthnóna Beag Aréir [English translation]

Down in the middle of the glen

Late yesterday evening

And there were white drops of dew

Lying on top of the grass

I met a maiden who had

The prettiest face and personality

She made my good sense go astray

Late yesterday evening

And God, how pleasant our behavior was

Going down the glen last night

Stealing through the cotton-grass

And there was silence in the sky

Love of my heart, wasn't our

Heart-playing sweet and short?

Oh King of the bright glory

Bring back last night

If I got permission to return

And to speak to the love of my heart

Or if I got the better of destiny

What would I care about life?

I'd walk with you through cotton-grass

And through dunes by the edge of the sea

And God's land I'd lose

If I could kiss your mouth

And God, how pleasant our behavior was

Going down the glen last night

Stealing through the cotton-grass

And there was silence in the sky

Love of my heart, wasn't our

Heart-playing sweet and short?

Oh King of the bright glory

Bring back last night