Buachaill on Eirne - The Corrs

Buachaill ón Éirne mé 's bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg

Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi tá mé fhéin saibhir go leor

'S liom Corcaigh da 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 ag dhéanamh leanna fán choill

Gan choite gan bád gan gráinnín brach' ar bith liom

Ach duilliúr na gcraobh mar éadaigh leapa os mo chionn

'S óró sheacht m’anam déag thú 's tú 'féachaint orm anall

Buachailleacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mise ariamh

Ach ag imirt 's ag ól le h'ógmhná deasa an tsliabh

Má chaill mé mo stór ní moide gur chaill mé mo chiall

A’s ní mó liom do phóg ná'n bhróg atáim ag caitheamh le bliain

I'm a boy from the Erne and I would dream of a pretty young girl

I would not ask a cow to milk her I am rich enough

I own Cork for its size, two sides

The Glen and Tyrone

And if I do not change my manners I am your heir

On County Mayo

I'm going to make beer in the woods tomorrow

No boat, no boat, no grain of malt 'with me

But the foliage of the branches as bedding above me

You are my seventeen souls as you look at me

Cow herding, my dear, that I never practiced

But playing and drinking with the pretty young women of the mountain

If I lost my treasure it's not that I lost my senses

I love your kiss more than the shoe I've been wearing for a year