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 | OIDHCHE sin bha   ’m Buachaill a muighCha deacha buarach air boin,
 Cha deacha geum a beul laoigh,
 Caoineadh Buachaill a chruidh,
 Caoineadh Buachaill a chruidh.
      Ho   m’ aghan! ho m’ aghan!Ho m’ aghan! m’ aghan gaoil
 Chridheag chridh, choir, ghradhaich,
 Air sgath an Ard Righ gabh ri d’ laogh.
 Oidhche sin bha   ’m Buachaill air chall,Fhuaradh anns an Teampull e.
 Righ na gile thighinn a nall!
 Righ na greine nuas a neamh!
 Righ na greine nuas a neamh!
 |   | THE night the   Herdsman was outNo shackle went on a cow,
 Lowing ceased not from the mouth of calf
 Wailing the Herdsman of the flock,
 Wailing the herdsman of the flock.
      Ho   my heifer! ho my heifer!Ho my heifer! my heifer beloved!
 My heartling heart, kind, fond,
 For the sake of the High King take to thy calf.
 The night the   Herdsman was missing,In the Temple He was found.
 The King of the moon to come hither!
 The King of the sun down from heaven!
 King of the sun down from heaven!
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