Ben J W Anthony - Fainne Geal An Lae (Eire)

Maidin moch do ghabhas amach, Ar bruachaibh Locha Léin
An Samhradh 'g teacht a's an chraobh len' ais, Is lonrach te ón ngréin
Ar thaisteal dom trí bhailte poirt, is bánta míne réidhe
Cé do gheobhainn lem ais ach an chúileann deas, le fáinne geal an lae
Ní raibh bróg ná stoca, caidhp ná clóc, Ar mo stóirin óg ón spéir
Ach an folt fionn órga síos go troigh Ag fás go barr an fhéir
Bhí calán crúite aici ina glaic, a's ar dhrúcht ba dheas a scéimh
Do rug barra gean ar Bhéineas dheas, le fáinne geal an lae
Do shuigh an bhrideog síos lem ais ar bhinse glas den fhéar
Ag magadh léi bhíos dá maíomh go pras, mar mhnaoi ná scarfainn léi
S é dúirt sí liomsa, imigh uaim, is scaoil ar siúl mé, a réic
Sin iad aneas na soilse ag teacht, le fáinne geal an lae
One morning early I went out, on the shore of Lough Leinn
The leafy trees of summertime, and the warm rays of the sun
As I wandered through the townlands, and the luscious grassy plains
Who should I meet but a beautiful maid, at the dawning of the day
No cap or cloak this maiden wore, her neck and feet were bare
Down to the grass in ringlets fell, her glossy golden hair
A milking pail was in her hand, she was lovely, young and gay
Her beauty excelled even Helen of Troy, at the dawning of the day
On a mossy bank I sat me down, with the maiden by my side
With gentle words I courted her, and asked her to be my bride
She turned and said, "Please go away," then went on down the way
And the morning light was shining bright, at the dawning of the day

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