Ushag Veg Ruy

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Ushag veg ruy ny moanee doo
Moanee doo. moanee doo
Ushag veg ruy ny moanee doo
C'raad chaddil oo riyr 'syn oie?

Nagh chaddil mish riyr er baare y crouw
Baare y crouw, baare y crouw
Lesh fliaghey tuittym er dagh cheu
As ogh! my chadley cha treih

Nagh chaddil mish riyr er baare y dress
Baare y dress, baare y dress
Tra va' gheay sheidey v'ey gymmyrkey Ihee
As ogh! my chadley cha treih

Chaddil mish riyr eddyr daa ghuilbag
Eddyr daa ghuillag, eddyr daa ghuilag
Myr cadley yn oikan er keeagh y vummig
As O! my chadley cha kuine

Little red bird of the black peat ground 
Black peat ground, black peat ground 
Little red bird of the black peat ground 
Where did you sleep last night? 

Did I not sleep last night on the top of the bush 
On the top of the bush, on the top of the bush 
With rain falling on every side 
And oh! wretched was my sleep 

Did I not sleep last night on the top of the briar… 
While the wind was blowing all around 
And oh! wretched was my sleep 

Did I not sleep last night on top of the wave… 
Where many a man’s son slept before me 
And oh! wretched was my sleep 

I slept last night between two leaves… 
As the baby sleeps on the breast of the mother 
And oh! my sleep was good

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