Lark swings alone in the ice ...
First day of February ... in Ireland the first day of Spring ... I would raise my sail now, head west .... (Mise Raifteiri an File ... ) ....but soon, soon ....
"Cill Aodáin" English translation below
Anois teacht an earraigh
beidh an lá ag dul chun síneadh,
Is tar éis na féil Bríde
ardóidh mé mo sheol.
Ó chuir mé i mo cheann é
ní chónóidh me choíche
Go seasfaidh mé síos
i lár Chontae Mhaigh Eo.
I gClár Chlainne Mhuiris
A bheas mé an chéad oíche,
Is i mballa taobh thíos de
A thosaigh mé ag ól.
Go Coillte Mách rachaidh
Go ndéanfadh cuairt mhíosa ann
I bhfogas dhá mhíle
Do Bhéal an Átha Mhóir
Now coming of the Spring
the day will be lengthening,
and after St. Bridget's Day
I shall raise my sail.
Since I put it into my head
I shall never stay put
until I shall stand down
in the center of County Mayo.
In Claremorris' family
I will be the first night,
and in the wall on the side below it
I will begin to drink.
to Kiltimagh (Magh's Woods) I shall go
until I shall make a month's visit there
two miles close
to Aghamore.