Bosca Lasán Seicslóvaiceach

 

gabhaimid ár slí féin

chun bualadh le chéile arís

tá tusa ‘dul siar

soir atá mo thriallsa, a chuid

ó, nach guagach é an grá

we go separate ways

only to meet up again

You are going west

I’m going east, beloved

oh, the restlessness of love