Dear thoughts are in my mind  
And my soul soars enchanted,  
As I hear the sweet lark sing  
In the clear air of the day.  
For a tender beaming smile  
To my hope has been granted,  
And tomorrow she shall hear  
All my fond heart would say.   

I shall tell her all my love,  
All my soul's adoration,  
And I think she will hear  
And will not say me nay.  
It is this that gives my soul  
All its joyous elation,  
As I hear the sweet lark sing  
In the clear air of the day.

-Sir Samuel Ferguson

An Fhuiseog sa nGile

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Líonann áthas rún im’ cheann,
Is éirim ar sciatháin draíochta,
Nuair a éistím le hamhrán binn
Na fuiseoig’ i ngil’ an lae.
Nach é sin faoi ndear do m’ chroí
Bheith ag eitilt le barr meidhre,
Nuair a éistím le hamhrán binn
Na fuiseoig’ i ngil’ an lae.

Neosfad di mo ghrá go léir
‘S mar a bhíonn m’anam dá síor-adhradh,
‘S cé ‘bhréagnódh go n-éisteoidh sí liom
‘S ná h-eiteoidh sí mé.
Ba léir dom dearcadh tláth,
B’fhearr liom ná geallúint ríochta,
‘S cloisfidh sí amárach uaim
Gach a ndéarfainn ó m’ chroí léi.

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