A rough English translation from the Irish Gaelic, found on mudcat.org:
Chorus (repeated after each verse) - Were you ever in Garrán a' Bhile and did you see my beautiful Cáit?
She's brighter than the swan on the pool or the snow on the trees. Her kisses are sweeter than the dew on the rose. Cáit my darling in Garrán a' Bhile.
Her music is more melodious than the blackbird or the thrush, or the nightingale perched on the willow branch, Like a boat under sail over waves without mist, I see my love in Garrán a' Bhile.
This is my prayer to Christ, if there's any strength in the prayer of a poet; May Cáit and her people in Garrán a' Bhile be without tax or rent, without need
A rough English translation from the Irish Gaelic, found on mudcat.org:
Chorus (repeated after each verse) - Were you ever in Garrán a' Bhile and did you see my beautiful Cáit?
She's brighter than the swan on the pool or the snow on the trees. Her kisses are sweeter than the dew on the rose. Cáit my darling in Garrán a' Bhile.
Her music is more melodious than the blackbird or the thrush, or the nightingale perched on the willow branch, Like a boat under sail over waves without mist, I see my love in Garrán a' Bhile.
This is my prayer to Christ, if there's any strength in the prayer of a poet; May Cáit and her people in Garrán a' Bhile be without tax or rent, without need