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Seo agaibh mír ó cheiliúradh 20 bliain TG4 ar Oíche Shamhna 2016 TG4XX - Fáinne Geal an Lae.

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Fáinne Geal An Lae / The Dawning Of The Day

Maidin moch do ghabhas amach
Ar bhruach Locha Léin
An Samhradh 'teacht 's an chraobh len' ais
Is ionrach te ón ngréin
Ar thaisteal dom trí bhailte poirt
Is bánta míne réidhe
Cé a gheobhainn le m'ais ach an chúileann deas
Le fáinne geal an lae

Ní raibh bróg ná stoca, caidhp ná clóc
Ar mo stóirín óg ón speir
Ach folt fionn órga síos go troigh
Ag fás go barr an fhéir
Bhí calán crúite aici ina glaic
'S ar dhrúcht ba dheas a scéimh
Do rug barr gean ar Bhéineas deas
Le fáinne geal an lae

Do shuigh an bhrídoeg síos le m'ais
Ar bhinse glas den fhéar
Ag magadh léi, bhíos dá maíomh go pras
Mar mhnaoi nach 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

Ar maidin moch do ghabhas amach
Ar bhruach Locha Léin
An Samhradh 'teacht 's an chraobh len' ais
Is ionrach te ón ngréin
Ar thaisteal dom trí bhailte poirt
Is bánta míne réidhe
Cé a gheobhainn le m'ais ach an chúileann deas
Le fáinne geal an lae

Translation:

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

Not a shoe, nor sock, nor cape, nor cloak
Had the maiden from the sky
Her golden hair in tresses hung
And touched the grass up high
In her hand she held a milking pail
In the dew she looked so fair
Her beauty excelled even Helen of Troy
At the dawning of the day

The young maiden sat by my side
On a green grassy bench
Joking her and claiming
That I'd never part with her
She turned and said, "Please go away
You are not wide awake"
Here come the lights, I must be gone
With the dawning of the day

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