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LYRICS:
Is iomaí slí sin do bhíos ag daoine
Ag cruinniú píosaí is ag déanamh stóir,
'S a laghad a smaoiníos ar ghiorra a’ tsaoil seo,
Go mbeidh siad sínte faoi leac go fóill.
Más tiarna tíre, diúc no rí thú,
Ní cuirfear pingin leat ‘s tú ‘dul faoin bhfód,
Mar sin is dá bhrí sin, níl beart níos críonna
Ná bheith go síoraí ag cur preab san ól.
Tá dream de dhaoine le ba is le caoirigh,
Ag dul chun aonaigh is ‘fáil sochar mór,
Á gcur chun cíbe is as sin chun mínligh,
Sin pointí críonna feictear dhóibh.
Tógaim fianaise ar an mbuíon seo,
Go mbeidh siad sínte faoi leac go fóill.
Mar sin is dá bhrí sin, níl beart níos críonna,
Ná bheith go síoraí ag cur preab san ól.
Is olc an tslí bheith ag ardú cíosa,
Ag déanamh daoirse agus tribute mór,
Ag cur na ndaoine ó theach ‘s ó dhídean,
Ní faraoir atá cinnte dóibh,
An té a níos sin, is dó is baolaí,
A bheith in íochtar á bhruith is á dhó.
Mar sin is dá bhrí sin, níl beart níos críonna,
Ná bheith go síoraí ag cur preab san ól.
An long ar sáile níl cuan ná cearda
Nach gcaithfeadh cairde ar fud an domhain mhóir,
Ó ríocht na Spáinne 'gus suas Gibraltar,
'Gus ins an áit a mbíonn an Grand Signiór,
Le gach cargo ag líonadh málaí
Ní choinneodh an bás uaidh uair nó dhó,
Mar sin, a chairde, níl beart níos fearr dúinn
Ná bheith mar táimid, ag cur preab san ól.
An ceannaí craosach nil meon ná slí ar bith
Le ór a dhéanamh nach bhfeictear dhó,
An ráta is daoire ar an earra is saoire,
Is ar luach sé phinge de cuirfeadh coróin;
‘S do réir chaint Chríosta is ní do-dhéanta
An camall cíocrach ‘thabhairt tríd an ghró;
Mar sin ‘s dá bhrí sin, níl beart níos críonna
Ná bheith go síoraí ag cur preab san ól.
Is gearr an saol ‘tá ag an lílí sciamhach
Cé gur buí agus gur geal a ghabháil,
Is Solamh críonna ina chulaith riúil
Nach bhfuil baol air in áille dhó.
Níl sa tsaol seo ach mar soinneán gaoithe,
Ga a scaoiltear nó slám de cheo:
Mar sin ‘s dá bhrí sin, níl beart níos críonna
Ná bheith go síoraí ag cur preab san ól.
TRANSLATION:
The many methods of making money
Leave little leisure for having fun
And think how long you'll be stretched and breathless
Alone and lonely beneath a stone;
If you're a Lord or a Duke or Princeling
You'll take no gold when you go below
And therefore think that the greatest wisdom
Is making merry with Preab 'san Ol.
There are people with cattle and sheep,
who go to the fair and get much reward
Dágeur chun cíbe agus as sin go mínligh
Wise points are clear to them.
But this month it is witnessed
that they will cry and shed tears.
So then nothing is wiser
than to continue forever drinking.
The Gombeenman in his greed for money
Will take ten gains for the price of one
The cheapest goods will be priced the dearest
For what costs sixpence he'll charge a crown
But as the camel can thread no needle
The Gombeenman if he'd save his soul
Must therefore think that the greatest wisdom
Is making merry with Preab 'san Ol.
The ship that sails on the pathless ocean
No chart no sextant to shoot the sun
Will yet in Spain or in Rock Gibraltar
Find friends to meet with when day is done;
The Grand Seignior in his airy palace
May see bags filling and call for more
And yet death waits so the greatest wisdom
Is making merry with Preab 'san Ol.
The craosach merchant nil and no way attitude
To gold not seen him,
The most expensive rate on the cheapest item,
Value an it phinge of have a crown;
'd Talk Chríosta a not-made
The Gusto camel 'through ghró;
'S therefore, there is a more prudent measure
Never ever have to kick the drink.
The lovely lily that toils nor spins not
Arrayed in beauty that's like the sun
But Solomon in his wit and wisdom
Could not stand up to comparison;
In life there's nothing but puff or bubble
An arrow loosed or another bowl
So therefore think that the greatest wisdom
Is making merry with Preab 'san Ol.
