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Curfa
'si mo laoch, mo ghile mear
'si mo chaesar, ghile mear.
Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin
O chuaigh in gciin mo ghile mear.

Bmmse buan ar buairt gach ls
Ag caoi go ctuaidh 's ag tuar na ndeor
Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beo
's na rmomhtar tuairisc uaidh mo bhrsn.

Nm lagnrann cuach go suairc ar nsin
Is nml guth gadhair i gcoillte cns
Na maidin shamhraidh i gcleanntaibh ceoi
O d'imigh uaim an buachaill beo.

Marcach uasal uaibhreach sg
Gas gan gruaim is suairce sns
Glac is luaimneach luath i ngleo
Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuairgan tria

Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil
Is liontair tainte cart ar bord
Le hinntinn ard gan chaim gan cheo
Chun saol is slainte d'fhail don leon.

Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha
's eire go liir faoi chlscaibh dubha
Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin
O luaidh i gciin mo ghile mear.

Seal da rabhas im'mhaighdean shiimh
's anois im' bhaintreach chaite thriith
Mo chiile ag treabhadh ne dtonn go trian
De bharr na gcnoc is in imigiin.

English translation (thanks to marina antolioni)

Chorus
He is my hero, my dashing darling
He is my caesar, dashing darling.
I've had no rest from forebodings
Since he went far away my darling.

Every day i am constantly sad
Weeping bitterly and shedding tears
Because our lively lad has left us
And no news from him is heard alas.

The cuckoo sings not pleasantly at noon
And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-filled woods,
Nor summer morning in misty glen
Since he went away from me, my lively boy.

Noble, proud young horseman
Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant countenace
A swift-moving hand, quick in a fight,
Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong.

Let a strain be played on musical harps
And let many quarts be filled
With high spirit without fault or mist
For life and health to toast my lion.

Dashing darling for a while under sorrow
And all ireland under black cloaks
Rest or pleasure i did not get
Since he went far away my dashing darling.

For a while i was a gentle maiden
And now a spent worn-out widow
My spouse ploughing the waves strongly
Over the hills and far away.

Well did you ever make colcannon,
Made with lovely pickled cream
With the greens & scallions mingled
Like a pitcher in a dream
Did you ever make a hole on top
To hold the meltin' flake
Or the creamy flavoured butter
That our mother's used to make

Chorus

Oh you did, so you did
So did he and so did i
And the more i think about it
Sure the nearer i'm to cry
Oh weren't them the happy days
When troubles we knew not
And or mother made colcannon
In the little skillet pot

Well, did you ever take potatoe cake
And boxty to the school
Tucked underneath your oxter with
Your books, your slate and rule
And when teacher wasn't looking'
Sure a great big bite you'd take
Of the creamy flavoured soft and meltin'
Sweet potatoe cake

Chorus

Well did you ever go a courtin' boys
When the evenin' sun went down
And the moon began a peepin'
From behind the hill o' down
And you wandered down the boreen
Where the cl

When i was young i spoke like a child, and i saw with a childs eyes
And an open door was to a girl, like the stars are to the skies
It's funny how the world lives up to all your expectations
With adventures for the stout of heart, and the lure of the open spaces.

There's two lanes running down this road, and whichever side you are on
Accounts for where you want to go, and what you are running from
Back when darkness overtook me, on a blindman's curve.

Chorus:

I relied upon the moon, i relied upon the moon
I relied upon the moon and st. christopher.

Now i've paid my dues 'cause i have owed them, but i've paid a price sometimes
For being such a stubborn woman, in such stubborn times
I have run from the arms of lovers, i have run from the eyes of friends
I have run from the hands of kindness, i have run just because i can.

Now i've grown and i speak like a woman, and i see with a woman's eyes
And an open door is to me now, like the saddest of goodbyes
Well it's too late for turning back, and i pray for the heart and nerve
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Chorus: (repeat chorus)

I relied upon the moon, i relied upon the moon
I relied upon the moon and st. christopher to be my guide.