Buachaill Ón Éirne - Anúna, Michael McGlynn, John McGlynn

Buachaill ón Éirne mé

'S bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg

Ní iarrfainn bó spré léithe

Tá mé féin saibhir go leor

'S liom Corcaigh 'a 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

A dhéanamh leanna fán choill

Gan choite gan bád

Gan gráinnín brach' ar bith liom

Ach duilliúr na gcraobh

Mar éideadh leapa os mo chionn

'S óró sheacht mh’anam déag thú

'S tú 'féachaint orm anall

Buachailleacht bó, mo leo

Nár chleacht mise ariamh

Ach ag imirt 's ag 'ol

'S le hógmhná deasa fá shliabh

Má chaill mé mo stór ní móide

Gur chaill mé mo chiall

A’s ní mó liom do phóg ná'n bhróg

Atá'r caitheamh le bliain

A chuisle 's a stór

Ná pós an seanduine liath

Ach pós a' fear óg, mo leo

Mur' maire sé ach bliain

Nó beidh tú go fóill

Gan ó nó mac os do chionn

A shilfeadh a’n deor

Tráthnóna nó'r maidin go trom

I'm a boy from the Erne

And I would dream of a pretty young girl

I would not ask for a cow to milk her

I myself am quite rich

I own Cork so much

Both sides of the glen and Tyrone

And if I don't change manners

I am the heir of County Mayo

I'll go tomorrow

Making beers in the woods

Not common without a boat

No grain of malt 'with me

But the foliage of the branches

As a bedclothes over me

You are seventeen souls

And you look at me back and forth

Cow herding, my leo

I never practiced

But playing and drinking

And with pretty young women on a mountain

If I lost my treasure not a plus

That I lost my mind

I love your kiss more than the shoe

Which has been worn for a year

His pulse and his treasure

Do not marry the old gray man

But marry the young man, my dear

If it only lasts a year

Or you still will

Not from or son above you

To shed tears

Heavy evening or morning