Nell Ni Chroinin - An Lacha Bacach
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A chréatúirín leóinte is brón liom do dhreach
Im' choinnibh sa phóirse is tú breoite tinn salach
Do sciatháin ba ró-dheas ag sileadh sa lóib leat
`S do lapa beag gleoite dár ndóigh na dhá leath.

Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Do sciatháin ba ró-dheas ag sileadh sa lóib leat
`S do lapa beag gleoite dár ndóigh na dhá leath.

An t-asal is dócha a thug tú le speach.
Is greadach go deo air ba mhór é a theaspach
Cuirfead bata fuinseoige ag rince sa tóin air
Is ceangal naoi ló air cois teorainn na staic.

Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Cuirfead bata fuinseoige ag rince sa tóin air
Is ceangal naoi ló air cois teorainn na staic.

Tar liomsa im’ dhóid
chun go dtomhaisfead do chneá
Is ná bí chomh glórach ní ceol do bhac bhac
Idir bhriseadh `gus leonadh tá ainnise mhór ort
Is is céasadh san domhsa mo lacha bhacach.

Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Idir bhriseadh `gus leonadh tá ainnise mhór ort
Is is céasadh san domhsa mo lacha bhacach.

Cad a dhéanfad amáireach is cás liom a mheas
Gan an t-ubh gorm bhreá
mar ba ghnáth chun briceasta
Is easnamh dom shláinte an bascadhsa tá ort
Ach oighne ‘sé is fearr air mo lacha bhacach.

Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Is easnamh dom shláinte an bascadhsa tá ort
Ach oighne ‘sé is fearr air mo lacha bhacach.

Stopadh lochán duit go snáimhfhinn amach
‘Sé an t’iochluibh is fearr é do lacha bhacach
Beirse i gcionn spáis bhig a’crothadh sciatháin ann
Is roimh tosach an Mhárta ag ardú bhac bhac.

Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Beirse i gcionn spáis bhig a’crothadh sciatháin ann
Is roimh tosach an Mhárta ag ardú bhac bhac.

Extra verse:
Tar liomsa láithreach thar tairsigh isteach
Is fan ann go soláthraid duit cláirín is ceart
Déanfaidh cliath dhaingean d’háisceadh
ar bhriseadh do chnáimhín
Is snaimhigh naoi lá é is beir sásta go maith.

O poor wounded creature, your countenance hurts me,
sick and dirty before me on the porch
Your wing, once so lovely, drooping in the mud
and your pretty wee foot is clearly in half

Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Your wing, once so lovely, drooping in the mud
and your pretty wee foot is clearly in half

The donkey ’twas that lifted you up with a kick,
and a thrashing upon him, the gadder,
I’ll set an ash rod dancing on his behind
and I’ll tie him up for nine days to a post out back

Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
I’ll set an ash rod dancing on his behind
and I’ll tie him up for nine days to a post out back

Come here in my hand
that I may gauge your damage
and don’t be calling out so, your quack-quack is no music
Between the fractures and wounds, you’ve quite a misery on you
and my lame little duck is pained in the

Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Didery aighle dam dodle di am the dam dam...
Between the fractures and wounds, you’ve quite a misery on you
and my lame little duck is pained in the

What’ll I do tomorrow, that’s a great concern of mine,
without my usual lovely
blue egg for breakfast?
This mangling of yours is a great stopper in my healt