Brauch Na Carraige Baine - Solas

Is thiar cois abhainn gan bhréag gan dabht And west by the river,

without a doubt or lie

Ta an ainnir chiúin tais mhánla There is a quiet gentle beauty

Is gur ghile a cam ná an eala ar an dtonn And her waist is a bright as any swan

on the wave

Ó bhaitheas go bonn a bróige From the crown of her head to the soles of her feet

'Sí an stáidbhean í a chráigh mo chroí She is the woman that tormented my heart

Is d’fhág sí i m’intinn brónach And left me heartbroken

Is leigheas le fáil níl agam go brách There is nothing that will cure me

Ó dhiúltaigh mo ghrá gheal domsa Since my true love rejected me

Ó b’fhearr liom fhéin ná Éire mhóir I would prefer, than all of Ireland

Ná saibhres Rí na Spáinne Or the wealth of the king of Spain

Go mbéinnse 'gus tusa i lúb na finne That you and I could be together in a

quiet spot

I gcoilltibh i bhfad ón ár gcáirde In a wood far from our friends

Ó mise 'gus tusa bheith pósta a ghrá Oh you and I to be married, my love

Le haontoil athar is máthair

With the permission of father and mother

A mhaighdean óig is milse póg

Oh young maiden of the sweet kisses

Tú grian na Carraige Báine

You’re the sun of the White Rocks

'S a stuaire an chinn cailce, más dual dom go mbeir agam

Oh beauty of the white hair, if you would be mine

Beidh cóir ort a thaithneodh led' cháirde

You would have everything your friends would like

Idir shíoda 'gus hata ó bhonn go bathas

From silk to hats, from head to toe

'S gach ní sa chathair dá bhfeabhas

And the best of everything in the city

Beidh do bhólacht á gcasadh gach neoin chun baile

Your cows would be driven every noon to the town

Is ceol binn ag beacha ar bhánta

And the bees in the meadow would sing sweetly for you

Beidh ól ar do ghlacadh is cóiste id' tharraingt

You would have your fill of drink and have coaches to take you

Go bruach na Carraige Báine

All around the edge of the White Rocks

And west by the river without a lie And And by the river,

without a doubt or lie

There is a quiet gentle beauty

Her waist is brighter than any swan

on the wave

From the crown of her head to the soles of her feet

She is the state woman who tormented my heart

And it left my mind sad And left me heartbroken

There is nothing that will cure me

Since my true love rejected me

Oh I would prefer, than all of Ireland

Nor the wealth of the King of Spain Or the wealth of the king of Spain

That I and I could be together in a

quiet spot

In a wood far from our friends

Oh you and I to be married my love Oh you and I to be married, my love

With the unanimity of father and mother

With the permission of father and mother

A sweetest young virgin kiss

Oh young maiden of the sweet kisses

You sun of the White Rock

You’re the sun of the White Rocks

It's the arc of the chalk head, if I have to

Oh beauty of the white hair, if you would be mine

You will have a fair share that your friends will enjoy

You would have everything your friends would like

Between silk and hat from head to toe

From silk to hats, from head to toe

Everything in the city is for the best

And the best of everything in the city

Your cattle will be turning every neon home

Your cows would be driven every noon to the town

Bees on the meadow are sweet music

And the bees in the meadow would sing sweetly for you

Drinking will be your take and coach you

You would have your fill of drink and have coaches to take you

To the bank of the White Rock

All around the edge of the White Rocks