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'S a Johnny Seoighe,
Oh Johnny Joyce,
tuig mo ghlórtha
heed my voice
'S mé tiocht le dóchas fán do dhéin
As I come to you full of hope
Mar is tú an Réalt Eolais is deise lóchrainn,
You are the Star of Knowledge
as mo chúile ag Teampall Dé
the brightest beacon in the Temple of God
Is tú bláth na hóige,
You are the flower of youth,
is binne glórtha, dar leag mo shúil ó rugadh mé
of the finest talk that my eye has seen since I was born
agus as ucht Chríost,
and for the love of Christ,
is tabhair dom relief,
grant me relief,
nó go gcaitear Oíche Nollag féin.
or at least until Christmas Eve is over.
Agus lá arna mhárach a fuair mé an páipéar,
And on the next day I got the piece of paper,
's nach mé a bhí sásta,
and I wasn't happy,
's mé a goil chun siúil
me going on my way
ach 's ní bhfuair mé freagra ar bith an lá sin,
but I got no answer at all that day,
ach mo bhean 's mo pháistí, is iad amuigh faoin drúcht.
but my wife and my children left out under the dew.
Tá mé bruite, dóite, sciúrtha, feannta,
I am tired, bitter, lashed, frozen
liobraithe, gearrtha le neart an tsiúil
upset and lacerated with the force of the walking
is a Mhisther Joyce tá an workhouse lán
and Mister Joyce, the workhouse is full
is ní ghlacfar ann aon fhear níos mó.
and they won't accept one more man.
'S nach mór an chlúi do bhaile Chárna
It is a great source of fame to the village of Carna
an fhad 's tá an lánúin seo a goil thríd
as long as this couple is passing through
'S gur deise aille scéimh na mná
for the woman's appearance is as fine
ná an "Morning Star" nuair a shoilsionn sí
As the Morning Star when it rises
Tá an bhánrion tinn, is í, lag ina luí
The queen is ill and lying low
'S deir dochtúirí go bhfaighidh sí bás
The doctors say that she will die
'S go bé fios an údair go réir mar deir siad liomsa
The reason for it all as they said it to me
Nuair nach bhfuil sí póstá le Mister Joyce.
that she is not married with Mister Joyce.