Corrs, The
Buachaill ón Éirne
Buachaill Ăłn Éirne mĂ© 's bhrĂ©agfainn fĂ©in cailĂn deas ĂłgNĂ iarrfainn bĂł sprĂ© lĂ©i tá mĂ© fhĂ©in saibhir go leor'S liom Corcaigh da mhĂ©id Ă©, dhá thaobha' ghleanna 's TĂr Eoghain'S mura n-athraĂ mĂ© bĂ©asaĂ 's mĂ© n' t-oidhr'ar Chontae Mhaigh EoRachaidh mĂ© 'márach ag dhĂ©anamh leanna fán choillGan choite gan bád gan gráinnĂn brach' ar bith liomAch duilliĂşr na gcraobh mar Ă©adaigh leapa os mo chionn'S ĂłrĂł sheacht m'anam dĂ©ag thĂş 's tĂş 'fĂ©achaint orm anallBuachailleacht bĂł, mo leo, nár chleacht mise ariamhAch ag imirt 's ag Ăłl le h'Ăłgmhná deasa an tsliabhMá chaill mĂ© mo stĂłr nĂ moide gur chaill mĂ© mo chiallA's nĂ mĂł liom do phĂłg ná'n bhrĂłg atáim ag caitheamh le bliainTranslation:I'm a boy from Ireland and I could charm a nice young girlI would not ask for her wealth as I am rich enough myselfI own a good part of Cork, two sides of the glen in TyroneAnd not to repeat myself I'm the heir of County MayoI will go tomorrow to make ale in the woodWithout a cot without a boat without a pinch of gruel with meSongtexteBut leaves of the branches as bedclothes over my headAnd think well done for you as you watch me from over thereA cowherd, my pet, I've never been accustomed to beInstead of playing and drinking with the nice young womenon the mountain sideIf I lost my riches I probably didn't lose my sensesAnd your kiss is no more to me now than a shoe worn for a year
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