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-There were three men came out of the West
-Their fortunes for to try
-And these three men made a solemn vow
-John Barleycorn must die
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-They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in
-Threw clouds upon his head
-And these three men made a solemn vow
-John Barleycorn was dead
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-They've let him lie for a very long time
-Till the rains from heaven did fall
-And little Sir John sprung up his head
-And so amazed them all
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-They've let him stand till midsummer's day
-Till he looked both pale and wan
-And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
-And so become a man
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-They've hired men with the scythes so sharp
-To cut him off at the knee
-They've rolled him and tied him by the way
-Serving him most barbarously
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-They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks
-Who pricked him to the heart
-And the loader he has served him worse than that
-For he's bound him to the cart
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-They've wheeled him around and around the field
-Till they came unto a barn
-And there they made a solemn oath
-On poor John Barleycorn
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-They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks
-To cut him skin from bone
-And the miller he has served him worse than that
-For he's ground him between two stones
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-And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
-And he's brandy in the glass
-And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
-Proved the strongest man at last
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-The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
-Nor so loudly to blow his horn
-And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot
-Without a little Barleycorn
+Céad slán ag sléibhte maorga Chontae Dhún na nGall
+Agus dhá chéad slán ag an Eireagal ard ina stua os cionn caor is coll;
+Nuair a ghluais mise thart le Loch Dhún Lúich’ go ciúin sa ghleann ina luí
+I mo dhiaidh bhí gleanntáin ghlas’ Ghaoth Dobhair, is beag nár bhris mo chroí.
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+Ag taisteal dom amach trí chnoic Ghleann Domhain ’s an Mucais ar mo chúl
+Ní miste dom ’ rá le brón ’s le crá gur frasach a shíl mise siúl;
+Go Meiriceá siar a bhí mo thriall i bhfad thar an fharraige mhór;
+D’fhág mé slán ar feadh seal ag Dún na nGall is ag gleanntáin ghlas’ Ghaoth Dobhair.
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+Níorbh é mo mhiansa imeacht ariamh ó mo thír bheag dhílis féin
+Ach trom lámh Gall, le cluain 's le feall, a thiomáin mé i gnéill
+B'é rún mo chroíse pilleadh arís, nuair a dhéanfainn beagán stór
+'S deireadh mo shaoil a chaitheamh lem ghaoil,
+fá Ghleanntáin Ghlas' Ghaoth Dobhair.
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+Slán! Slán go fóill, a Dhún na nGall, a chontae shéimh gan smál,
+Is do d’fheara breáth’ in am an ghá nár úmhlaigh riamh roimh Ghall;
+Tá áit i mo chroí do gach fear is gach mnaoi is gach páiste beag agus mór
+Atá beo go buan gan bhuairt gan ghruaim fá ghleanntáin ghlas’ Ghaoth Dobhair.