Cuan Ceomhar

Cuan Ceomhar

An cailín beag
ar a scútar
is í ag feadaíl
ní fada anois

Go mbeidh sí ina striapach

Ón 484ú fear
a tholgfaidh sí
an galar
a mharóidh í
is ní bheidh éinne
á caoineadh i gcéin
ach éan farraige
i gcuan ceomhar

Cailín beag
ar a scútar
is í ag feadaíl go bog

 

Foggy Harbour

The little girl
on her scooter
softly whistling
won’t be long now

Before she’s a prostitute

From the 484th man
she’ll contract
the disease
that will kill her
and there’ll be none
to keen her over there
but a seabird
in a foggy harbour

Little girl
on her scooter
whistling softly