Aghadoe [German translation]

There’s a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe,

There’s a green and silent glade in Aghadoe,

Where we met, my Love and I,

Love’s fair planet in the sky

O’er that sweet and silent glade in Aghadoe.

There’s a glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe,

There’s a deep and secret glen in Aghadoe,

Where I hid him from the eyes,

Of the red-coats and their spies

That year the trouble came to Aghadoe.

Oh, my curse on one black heart in Aghadoe,

On Shaun Dhubh, my mother’s son in Aghadoe,

When your throat fries in hell’s drouth,

Salt the flame be in your mouth

For the treachery you did in Aghadoe.

For they tracked me to that glen in Aghadoe,

When the price was on his head in Aghadoe,

O’er the mountain through the wood

As I stole to him with food

When in hiding, lone he lay in Aghadoe.

But they never took him living in Aghadoe,

With the bullets in his heart in Aghadoe.

There he lay, the head, my breast

Keeps the warmth where once ’twould rest

Gone to win the traitor’s gold from Aghadoe.

I walked to Mallow Town from Aghadoe,

Brought his head from the gaol’s gate to Aghadoe,

Then I covered him with fern, and I piled on him the cairn,

Like an Irish king he sleeps in Aghadoe.

Oh, to creep into that cairn in Aghadoe,

There to rest upon his breast in Aghadoe.

Sure your dog for you could die with no truer heart than

Your own love cold on your cairn in Aghadoe.

• Artist:Liam Clancy
• Album:The Essential Liam Clancy (2007)