[from Manx Ballads, 1896]

MY CAILLIN VEG DHONE.  

MY LITTLE BROWN GIRL.

 

"CRE-RAAD t'ou goll, my caillin veg dhone?
As cre-raad t'ou goll, my caillin veg aeg ?
Cre-raad t'ou goll, my aalln, my eayn ?"
Ta mee goll dys y bwoalllee," dooyrt ee.

Cre'n fa t'ou goll shen, my caillin vea dhone ?
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Cre'n fa t'ou goll shen, my caillin veg aeg ?
Cre'n fa t'ou goll shen, my aalin, my eayn ?"
Ta mee goll shen, dy vlieaun," dooyrt ee.

No'm kied goll mayrt, my caillin veg dhone ?
No'm kied goll mayrt, my caillin veg aeg ?
No'm kied goll mayrt, my aalin, my eayn ?"
Tar marym, eisht, O dooinney," dooyrt ee.

 

"WHERE goest thou, my little brown girl ?
And where goest thou, my, little girl'e?
Where goest thou, my beauty, my lamb ?"
I am going to the fold," said she.

Why goest thou there, my little brown girl?
Why goest thou there, my little girlie ?
Why goest thou there, my beauty, my lamb
I am going there to milk," said she.

May I go with thee, my little brown girl ?
May I go with thee, my little girlie ?
May I go with thee, my beauty, my lamb ?"
Come with me, then, O man," said she.


 

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