Corrs, The

Buachaill ón Éirne
Buachaill ón Éirne mé 's bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi tá mé fhéin saibhir go leor 'S liom Corcaigh da mhéid é, dhá thaobh a' ghleanna 's Tír Eoghain 'S mura n-athraí mé béasaí 's mé n' t-oidhr' ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo Rachaidh mé 'márach ag dhéanamh leanna fán choill Gan choite gan bád gan gráinnín brach' ar bith liom Ach duilliúr na gcraobh mar éadaigh leapa os mo chionn 'S óró sheacht m'anam déag thú 's tú 'féachaint orm anall Buachailleacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mise ariamh SongtexteAch ag imirt 's ag ól le h'ógmhná deasa an tsliabh Má chaill mé mo stór ní moide gur chaill mé mo chiall A's ní mó liom do phóg ná'n bhróg atáim ag caitheamh le bliain Translation: I'm a boy from Ireland and I could charm a nice young girl I would not ask for her wealth as I am rich enough myself I own a good part of Cork, two sides of the glen in Tyrone And not to repeat myself I'm the heir of County Mayo I will go tomorrow to make ale in the wood Without a cot without a boat without a pinch of gruel with me But leaves of the branches as bedclothes over my head And think well done for you as you watch me from over there A cowherd, my pet, I've never been accustomed to be Instead of playing and drinking with the nice young women on the mountain side If I lost my riches I probably didn't lose my senses And your kiss is no more to me now than a shoe worn for a year Aus Songtexte Mania