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Verse 1
Buachaill ón Eirne mé 's bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg,
Ni iarrfainn bó spré léithe tá mé féin saibhir go leor,
's liom Corcaigh 'a mhéad é, dhá thaobh a ghleanna 's Tír Eoghain,
's mura n-athraí me béasaí 's mé an t-oidhr' ar Chontae Mhaigeo.
Verse 2
Rachaidh mé amárach a dhéanamh leanna fán choill,
Gan coite 's gan bád, gan gráinnín bráiche ar bith liom,
Ach duilliúr na gcraobh mar éide leapa os mo chionn,
Óró 'sheacht mh'anam déag thú 's tú ag féachaint orm anall
Verse 3
Buachailleacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mé ariamh,
Ach ag imirt 's ag 'ól le hógmhná deasa fá shliabh,
Má chaill mé mo stór ní dó' gur chaill mé mo chiall,
A's ní mó liom do phóg ná 'n bhróg atá ar caitheamh le bliain.
Verse 4
A chuisle 's a stór ná pós an seanduine liath,
Ach pós a' fear óg, mo leo, mura maire sé ach bliain,
Nó beidh tú go fóill gan ó nó mac os do chionn,
A shilfeadh aon deoir tráthnóna nó ar maidin go trom.
Translation
Verse 1
I am a boy from the Erne 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.
Verse 2
I will go out tomorrow to make ale in the wood,
Without a coracle or boat, without even a pinch of malt with me,
With only the leaves of the branches as bed-cover over me
Oh! and you, my delight, looking over at me.
Verse 3
Cow herding, alas, I did not never practice,
But playing and drinking with young women on the mountainside,
If I lost my wealth and I don't think I lost my sense,
And your kiss is no more to me than a shoe worn for a year.
My love and treasure, don't marry the old grey man,
But marry a young man, alas, even though he lives but a year,
Or you'll still be without a daughter or son above you,
Who'd be crying in the afternoon or in the morning in sorrow.
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