Translation

This is a song composed by Uileag Ó Céirín, a weaver who lived near Castleisland. And I knew him myself when I was a boy. He gave advice to the Brosnan and O'Connor families. And he said:

It's a sad sorrowful weary (?) regretful story

For a good few days in an attitude of sorrow

Neighbours and friends in disagreement with each other

And that no one (?) knows the cause of the dispute.



My hope if they come to fight on the day of the fair

Some of them will have come(?) without support or guidance

And those of them who survive thrashing(?) each other

(...) they will have to concede it is better to leave each other be.



Take my advice and accept the solution

And don't keep up that strife anymore

Take the instruction for your own sakes

And forgive one another what has already happened.



My hope if they come to fight on the day of the fair

Some of them will have come(?) without support or guidance

And those of them who survive the misery of life (?)

(That they must...) admit it's better to let others be.



No one will be stopped from fighting with stones

None of those who will come after you or who (?) went before you

And without a farthing of profit (?) in anyone's possession

Although it's hard for you to concede that's it's better to leave things be.

