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Buachaill à³n Eirne mé is bhréagfainn féin cailàn deas à³g.
Nà iarrfainn bà³ spré léi, tà¡ mé féin saibhir go leor
Is liom Corcaigh dà¡ mhéid é, dhà¡ thaobh an ghleanna, is Tàr Eoghain,
Is mura n-athra' mé béasaà, is mé an t-oidhre ar chontae Mhuigheo.
Buachailleacht bà³, mo leo, nà¡r chleacht mise riamh
ach ag imirt is ag à³l le hà³gmhnà¡ deasa fà¡ shliabh.
Mà¡ chaill mé mo stà³r nà mà³ide gur chaill mé mo chiall
Is nà mà³ liom do phà³g nà¡ an bhrà³g atà¡ ar caitheamh le bliain.
Rachaidh mé amà¡rach a dhéanamh leanna fà¡n choill,
gan coite gan bà¡d gan grà¡inàn brach' ar bith liom,
ach duilliàºir na gcraobh mar éide leaba os mo cheann
is à³rà³, a sheacht m'anam déag thàº, is tຠag féachaint orm anall.
[Translation:]
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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.
Nà iarrfainn bà³ spré léi, tà¡ mé féin saibhir go leor
Is liom Corcaigh dà¡ mhéid é, dhà¡ thaobh an ghleanna, is Tàr Eoghain,
Is mura n-athra' mé béasaà, is mé an t-oidhre ar chontae Mhuigheo.
Buachailleacht bà³, mo leo, nà¡r chleacht mise riamh
ach ag imirt is ag à³l le hà³gmhnà¡ deasa fà¡ shliabh.
Mà¡ chaill mé mo stà³r nà mà³ide gur chaill mé mo chiall
Is nà mà³ liom do phà³g nà¡ an bhrà³g atà¡ ar caitheamh le bliain.
Rachaidh mé amà¡rach a dhéanamh leanna fà¡n choill,
gan coite gan bà¡d gan grà¡inàn brach' ar bith liom,
ach duilliàºir na gcraobh mar éide leaba os mo cheann
is à³rà³, a sheacht m'anam déag thàº, is tຠag féachaint orm anall.
[Translation:]
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/the-corrs/lyrics/buachhaill-on-eirne] [ Buachhaill On Eirne lyrics found on http://lyrics.my ]
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.