Gort na Saileán (Down by the Salley Gardens)
Is amhrán traidisiúnta Éireannach é Gort na Saileán (Béarla: Down by the Salley Gardens), le W. B. Yeats. Aistrithe thíos ag Seán Mac Aindreasa, Béal Feirste.

Liricí

Gaeilge 

Is thíos i nGort na Saileán
sea casadh dom mo rún
Ba luath a cos ar féar ann
is ba luaineach a leagan siúil
Sé dúirt sí liom bheith suaimhneach
mar a fhásann duilliúr is bláth
Ach bhí mise óg is uaibhreach
is níor éist mé le guth mo ghrá.

Is thíos cois abhann go déanamh
sea sheas mé le mo ghrá
Gualainn ar ghualainn le chéile
is leag sí orm lámh
Sé dúirt sí liom bheith suaimhneach
mar a fhásann féar aníos
Ach bhí mise óg is uaibhreach
'stá na deora anois mo chloí

Is thíos i nGort na Saileán
sea casadh dom mo rún...

Béarla 

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; 
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. 
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Amhráin Éireannacha
Amhráin Ghaeilge
Is amhrán traidisiúnta Éireannach é Gort na Saileán ( Béarla : Down by the Salley Gardens ) , le W . B . Yeats . Aistrithe thíos ag Seán Mac Aindreasa , Béal Feirste . Liricí Gaeilge Is thíos i nGort na Saileán sea casadh dom mo rún Ba luath a cos ar féar ann is ba luaineach a leagan siúil Sé dúirt sí liom bheith suaimhneach mar a fhásann duilliúr is bláth Ach bhí mise óg is uaibhreach is níor éist mé le guth mo ghrá . Is thíos cois abhann go déanamh sea sheas mé le mo ghrá Gualainn ar ghualainn le chéile is leag sí orm lámh Sé dúirt sí liom bheith suaimhneach mar a fhásann féar aníos Ach bhí mise óg is uaibhreach ' stá na deora anois mo chloí Is thíos i nGort na Saileán sea casadh dom mo rún ... Béarla Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet ; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet . She bid me take love easy , as the leaves grow on the tree ; But I , being young and foolish , with her would not agree . In a field by the river my love and I did stand , And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand . She bid me take life easy , as the grass grows on the weirs ; But I was young and foolish , and now am full of tears . Amhráin Éireannacha Amhráin Ghaeilge