The White Strand

Translation:
A thousand farewells to you, Ireland, where the summer is fine indeed,
There is no talk of great work at night or anything like it,
A while drawing seaweed, setting potatoes and cutting hay,
There was no man, however poor, who didn't have his own farm.
Farewell to that house where I spent a part of my life,
Farewell to my brothers who used to play t…