Buachaill Ón Éirne - Clannad

Buachaill o/n e/ireann me/'s bhe/as faoi fe/in caili/n deas o/g

Ni/ iarr fain bo/ spre/ le/ithe ta/ me/ fe/in saibhir go leor

's liom corcaigh 'a/ mhe/id e/ dha/ thaobh a ghleanna 's tir roghain

's mur na thiai/ me/ n' t-oidhr' ar chonthae mhaigeo

Buachaileacht bo/, mo leo, nar chleacht mise ariamh

Ach ag imirt 's ag 'ol 'le ho/gmhna/ deasa fa/ shliabh

Ma/ chaill me/ mo sto/are ni/ do/' gur chaill me/ mo chiall

A’s ni/ mo/ liom do pho/g na/ 'n bhro/g ata/ 'n caitheamh le bliain

A chuisle 's a sto/are na/ po/s an sean duine liath

Ach po/s a' fein o/g, mo leo, muir' maine se/ ach bliain

No/ beidh tu/ go fo/oill gan o/ no/ mac os da chionn

A shilleadh an deor tra/thno/na no/ 'n maidin go trom

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

I was a boy from Ireland and I was a nice girl.

I do not ask for bo / spre / to / eat ta / me / fe / in rich enough

I own a cork that weighs him / his / his side of the valley and the land of choice

's mur na thiai / me / n 't-oidhr' ar conthae maigeo

Cow herding, my dear, that I never practiced

But playing and 'ol' with ho / gmhna / deasa / mountain

If / I / have lost my sto / are ni / do / 'that I / have lost my sense

I don't like your kisses on the breasts that have been worn for a year

A pulse and sto / are the / po / s of the old gray man

But po / s a ​​'fein o / g, mo leo, muir' maine se / ach bliadna

Or you will be without a son or two over him

To shed the tears in the morning or in the morning heavily

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 ever 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 gray 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