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Buachaill n irne m 's bhragfainn cailn deas g
N iarrfainn b spr li t m fhin saibhir go leor
'S liom Corcaigh da mhid , dh thaobh
a' ghleanna 's Tr Eoghain
'S mura n-athra m basa 's m n' t-oidhr'
ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo
Rachaidh m 'mrach ag dhanamh leanna fn choill
Gan choite gan bd gan grinnn brach' ar bith liom
Ach duillir na gcraobh mar adaigh leapa os mo chionn
'S r sheacht m'anam dag th 's t 'fachaint orm anall
Buachailleacht b, mo leo, nr chleacht mise ariamh
Ach ag imirt 's ag l le h'gmhn deasa an tsliabh
M chaill m mo str n moide gur chaill m mo chiall
A's n m liom do phg n'n bhrg atim ag caitheamh le bliain
Translation
I'm a boy from Lough Erne and I could charm a nice young girl
I would not ask for her wealth as I am rich enough myself
I own a good part of Cork, two sides of the glen in Tyrone
And not to repeat myself I'm the heir of County Mayo
I will go tomorrow to make ale in the wood
Without a cot without a boat without a pinch of gruel with me
But leaves of the branches as bedclothes over my head
And think well done for you as you watch me from over there
A cowherd, my pet, I've never been accustomed to be
Instead of playing and drinking with the nice young women
on the mountain side
If I lost my riches I probably didn't lose my senses
And your kiss is no more to me now than a shoe worn for a year