Tú Féin is Mé Féin (18ú hAois)

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Má thagann tú choíche, Ná tar ach san oíche

Is siúl go réidh, is ná scanraigh mé

Gheobhaidh tú an eochair faoi sháil an dorais

Is mé liom féin ‘s ná scanraigh mé

Níl pota sa mbealach ná stól ná canna

Ná súgán féir ná ní faoin ngréin

Tá an madra chomh socair nach labharfaidh sé focal

Ní náire dó é ‘s maith mhúin mise é

Tá mo mhaimí ‘na codladh ‘s mo dhaidí á bogadh

‘S ag pógadh a béil, ‘s ag pógadh a béil;

Nach aoibhinn di-se ‘s nach trua leat mise

‘Mo luí liom féin ar chlúmh na n-éan

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If you come at all don’t come but at night

And walk directly and don’t frighten me

You will find the key under the doorstep

And me by myself and don’t frighten me

There is not a pot in the way nor a stool nor can

Nor a hayrope nor anything under the sun

The dog is so quiet that he won’t say a word

It is no embarrassment to him and I trained him well

My mammy is asleep and my daddy is coaxing her

And kissing her mouth, and kissing her mouth;

Isn’t that wonderful for her and don’t you have pity for me

Lying by myself on a bed of feathers