Shy one, shy one,

File: William Butler Yeats Cumadóir: Rebecca Clarke

Cúthail, cúthail Cúthail, cúthail Cúthail í mo stór I solas na tine Lei féin go deo. Iompraíonn sí isteach na gréithe Go néata á leagan síos Chuig oileáinín san uisce A raghainnse lem’ ghéis. Iompraíonn sí isteach na coinnle Is tá mar bheadh ‘na lá, Cúthail sa doras Is cúthail sa scáil; Is cúthail mar choinín Cúthail is lách. Ar oileán léi san uisce A d’fhanfainn go brách.

Shy one, shy one  Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight Pensively apart. She carries in the dishes, And lays them in a row. To an isle in the water With her would I go. She carries in the candles, And lights the curtained room, Shy in the doorway And shy in the gloom; And shy as a rabbit, Helpful and shy. To an isle in the water, With her would I fly.

Blate yin, blate yin Blate yin, blate yin, Blate yin o ma hert, Muivin i the firelicht Pensefu an apairt. She feshes in the dishes, An liggs thaim in a raw. Tae yon isle i the watter Wi her a'd fleet awa. She carries in the caunles, An lichts the curtained derk, Blate i the door-sole An blate i the mirk; An blate as a mappie, Helpfou an bleet. Tae yon isle i the watter Wi her wid a fleet. Leagan Béarla na hAlban: John McDonald