"In Dublin fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on Sweet Molly Malone"
"Is glas iad na cnoic i bhfad uainn (The grass is always greener on the other side of the hill.)"
"Wild & bitter is the wind tonight.
We come from the Land of the Ever-Living where there is neither pain nor sorrow.
Transient is the splendor of your world, eternal is ours.
Perishable are the hosts of short-lived mortals.
Your life is as brief & swift as a whisper.
We do not wish to settle, we do not care to sleep.
Sweet Diarmuid & Grainna.
We who were ancient in ancient days grant thee a night's peace from the din of men & the hunters' hounds.
Come away, O human child!
Come away to the bright-edged strand of the world.
You must take care, my dear.
Otherwise both of you could be lost forever.
Over wave & over fountain.
Under hill & under mountain.
Fruitful is every fair feild in blossom.
The salmon leap in stony streams.
Across the full waters glide winged swans.
Ever green are the tangled groves of holly.
Honey-gold are the woods.
At eventide, the sun sends down its red shafts from out of the west.
And strange birds nest in the apple trees. "
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