The Summer is coming and the grass is green And the leaves are budding upon every tree The pretty small brids will join and sing, Saying you're welcome home love to plough the Spring. Tiochfaidh an Samhradh is fásfaidh an féár Agus tiocfaidh na duilleógaí ar bhár na gcraobh; Tiochfaidh mo ghrádh-sa le bánú a' lae, Agus bhéidh mé abhaile leis, le congnamh Dé. This night is dark and its very cold, My love is lost and can't be found; I'll search these green hills and valleys low And where to find him I do not know. Tá an oidhche dorcha agus tá sé fuar Chaill mé mo stóirín sa' tseachtmhain bhuan, Féachfaidh mé na gleanntaibh agus na cnuic an-árd Agus túaireasg mo stóirín ní thig liom fághail. My love knows I can card and spin My love knows I can wash and wring, I'd make up linens both coarse and fine, And for the want of fortune I was left behindAn Dothra Bheag