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Is buachaillín fíor-óg mé a thug mór is gean do mhnaoi, Tá grá do chailín óg agam nach bhfágfaidh go deo mo chroí, Dhá mbeadh gine buí i mo phóicín is an cíos a bheith le n-íoc Mar ní fhágfainn teach an ósta nó go n-ólfainn chuile phínn.
Is anois ag teacht don fhómhar seo tá súil agamsa le roinn, Tá súil le cúpla scór agam nó déileáil as a chionn, Tá fiacha go leor leor orm is dheamhan ceo ar bith agam lena n-íoc Is nach suarach an ní dhom pósadh gan bóín agam ná lao.
Is tá féar fada is fásaigh san áit a gcónaíonn sí, Tá mil na mbeach faoi Cháisc ann, tá cruitheacht ann is grán buí, Tá úllaí aipí ag fás ann amach go féile Míchíl, Is, a stór, dhá mbeifeá i ndán dom níorbh fhada a bheadh an oích’.
Is nach trua gan mé i mo chónaí ins an áit a gcónaíonn sí, Dhá mbeinn ag ceann an bhóithrín gheobhainn eolas chun an tí, Mar tá píosa fada romhamsa ag goil idir mé agus í, Is nach bhfuil súil le Rí na Glóire agam nach bhfaighidh aon fhear uaim í.
Is nach iomaí cailín álainn idir Carna agus Áth Cinn, A mbíonn racaí ina gceann acu is lásaí leo síos, Mar síleann siad gur breátha iad ná an ghealach is ná an ghrian, Ach ní thiúrfainnse mo stóirín ar mhórán cailíní.
Is comhairle a chuir mo mhuintir orm a dhul ar thóraíocht mnaoi, Bean a mbeadh cúpla scór aici nó duilliúr den ór buí, Mar b’fhearr liomsa go mór mór í bheith macánta céillí, Ná an cailín gan aon fhoghlaim bheadh ag ceol is ag góil fhoinn.
Ní thiúrfainnse mo stóirín, ó, ar an ór buí, Ní thiúrfainnse mo stóirín ar mhórán cailíní, Ní thiúrfainnse mo stóirín ar airgead an tsaoil, Mar pósfaidh mé le fána í is go brách sula gcaillfear í.
The boy very young I made ??big affection for his wife, love for a young girl I will not leave forever my heart, Two would gine yellow in my phóicín of the rent to be paid as would never leave the house of the host or ólfainn that each pen.
And now come the autumn hope my department, are expecting twins score I or deal from over, has debts quite a lot of me that devil fog any I for payment is not contrived, not me marry without bóín my calf.
The grass is long deserts where they live, honey bee Easter, is cruitheacht there and maize, are apples aipí growing there that Michaelmas, is, dear, two would in store for me soon would be the night.
A pity not I live in where they live, Two I would be at the head of the lane would get information to the house, as a long piece of me was going between me and her, is not expected to King of Glory I will not I was no man.
Many beautiful girl is not between Carna and Headford A racks is a one with laces them down, as they think they are fine or the moon or the sun, not my darling thiúrfainnse rich girls.
The advice I sent my family to go to pursue a woman, a woman who has her few decades or foliage of yellow gold, As I'd prefer it to be honest especially rational, not the girl would learn no music appetites tunes.
Thiúrfainnse not my darling, oh, the yellow gold, not my darling thiúrfainnse many girls, not my darling money thiúrfainnse all, So I'll marry a slope that is never lost it before.
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