Moll Dubh A' Ghleanna - Altan

Tá ba agam ar shliabh

'S nil duine 'gam na ndiadh

Ach mé do mo bhuaidhreadh leofa

Bíodh idir mise is Dia

Má's orthu 'tá mo thriall

Is Bhain siad mo chiall go mór uaim

'Sí Moll Dubh a' Ghleanna í

'Sí Moll Dubh an Earraigh í

'Sí Moll Dubh is deirge ná'n rósa

'S dá bhfaighinnse féin mo roghainn

De mhná óga deasa 'n domhain

'Sí Moll Dubh a' Ghleanna ab fhearr liom

Mise bheith gan mhaoi

Feasta choíche ní bhim

Is Moll dubh bheith I dtús a h-óige

Och, is fann guth an éin

A labhras leis féin

Ar thulaigh nó ar thaobh na monadh

Is ag Moll dubh a' ghleanna

Tá mo chroí-se I dtaiscí

'S í nach bhfuair guth na náire

Is go ceillí, múinte, cneasta

A dúirt sí liom ar maidin

«Ó imigh uaim 's nach pill go brách orm»

Níl'n óganach geanúil

Ó Bhaile Átha Cliath go Gaillimh

Is timpeall go h-Umhaill Uí Mháinnle

Nach bhfuil a dtriall ulig 'na ghleanna

Ar eacraidh slime sleamhainne

I ndúil leis an bhean dubh a b 'aille

I have cows on a mountain

And no one is after them

But I for my trouble with them

Be between me and God

If's on them 'tis my journey

They made a lot of sense to me

It's the Black Moll of the Valley

It's the Black Moll of Spring

Black Moll is redder than the rose

And if I get my own choice

Of pretty young women in the world

My favorite was Black Moll of the Valley

I being helpless

I will never be again

Being in the beginning of her youth is a black mole

Oh, the bird's voice is faint

A laurel to himself

On mounds or hillsides

Moll dubh is the glen

My heart is in deposits

She did not get the voice of shame

It is sensible, polite, honest

She told me this morning

«Oh leave me and never return to me»

The young man is not affectionate

From Dublin to Galway

It is around Umhail Uí Mháinnle

Their trial is not all in the valleys

On slippery slime acres

Expecting the most beautiful black woman