Buachhaill On Eirne

Buachaill à³n Eirne mé is bhréagfainn féin cailà­n deas à³g.
Nà­ iarrfainn bà³ spré léi, tà¡ mé féin saibhir go leor
Is liom Corcaigh dà¡ mhéid é, dhà¡ thaobh an ghleanna, is Tà­r Eoghain,
Is mura n-athra' mé béasaà­, is mé an t-oidhre ar chontae Mhuigheo.

Buachailleacht bà³, mo leo, nà¡r chleacht mise riamh
ach ag imirt is ag à³l le hà³gmhnà¡ deasa fà¡ shliabh.
Mà¡ chaill mé mo stà³r nà­ mà³ide gur chaill mé mo chiall
Is nà­ mà³ liom do phà³g nà¡ an bhrà³g atà¡ ar caitheamh le bliain.

Rachaidh mé amà¡rach a dhéanamh leanna fà¡n choill,
gan coite gan bà¡d gan grà¡inà­n brach' ar bith liom,
ach duilliàºir na gcraobh mar éide leaba os mo cheann
is à³rà³, a sheacht m'anam déag thàº, is tຠag féachaint orm anall.

[Translation:]

I am a boy from Ireland and I'd coax a nice young girl,
I wouldn't ask for a dowry with her, I'm rich enough myself,
I own Cork, big as it is both sides of the glen and Tyrone,
And if I don't change my ways I'll be the heir for County Mayo.

Cow herding, my Leo, I did not never practice,
But playing and drinking with new young women by the mountain.
If I lost my wealth and I don't think I lost my sense,
And your kiss is no more to me than a show worn for a year.

My love and treasure, don't marry the old grey man,
But marry a young man, my Leo, even though he lives but a year,
Or you'll still be without a daughter or son above you,
Crying in the afternoon or in the morning hard.