Lyrics:
B'áite liom féin 'bheith ar thaobh mhalaí shléibhe
Agus cailín gaelach a bheith 'mo chomhair
Bheinn a bréagadh is a' teannadh léithe
Agus dar liom féin, a rún, gur dheas ar ndóigh
Ag éirí domh féin ar maidin an lae ghil
Is mé gabhail fá'n choill chraobhaigh is mé seoladh bó
Tharlaigh domh an spéirbhean 'na suí ar an léana
Bhí a fallaing léithi, is í lán de ghnó
D'fhiafraigh mé díthe go ciúin is go ceillí
"An nglacfaidh tú pòg uaim, a stór mo chroí?"
D'oscail sí a béilín 'gus labhair sí Bearla
'S é dúirt sí, "Pray sir, and let me be"
Is nach maith an airí ar na buaibh bheith á santú
Agus bheinnse da seoladh amuigh sa lá
Im agus bainne is iad, ar theacht an tSamhraidh
Is mar gheall ar bhólacht a phóstar mná
English Translation:
I would love to be on the mountainside
And to be wed to an Irish girl
I would cajole and hug her
And I think it would always be nice of course
Upon rising at the dawn of a bright day
And going to the thick woods to drive the cows
I met a beautiful girl sitting on the green grass
And her mantle full of nuts
I asked her softly and respectfully
"Will you take a kiss from me, my own true love?"
She opened her little mouth and she spoke English
She said, "Pray sir, and let me be"
Don't the cows deserve to be appreciated
And I could be driving them on through the day
From them comes b***er and milk through the summer
And it's because of the cows that maidens marry
B'áite liom féin 'bheith ar thaobh mhalaí shléibhe
Agus cailín gaelach a bheith 'mo chomhair
Bheinn a bréagadh is a' teannadh léithe
Agus dar liom féin, a rún, gur dheas ar ndóigh
Ag éirí domh féin ar maidin an lae ghil
Is mé gabhail fá'n choill chraobhaigh is mé seoladh bó
Tharlaigh domh an spéirbhean 'na suí ar an léana
Bhí a fallaing léithi, is í lán de ghnó
D'fhiafraigh mé díthe go ciúin is go ceillí
"An nglacfaidh tú pòg uaim, a stór mo chroí?"
D'oscail sí a béilín 'gus labhair sí Bearla
'S é dúirt sí, "Pray sir, and let me be"
Is nach maith an airí ar na buaibh bheith á santú
Agus bheinnse da seoladh amuigh sa lá
Im agus bainne is iad, ar theacht an tSamhraidh
Is mar gheall ar bhólacht a phóstar mná
English Translation:
I would love to be on the mountainside
And to be wed to an Irish girl
I would cajole and hug her
And I think it would always be nice of course
Upon rising at the dawn of a bright day
And going to the thick woods to drive the cows
I met a beautiful girl sitting on the green grass
And her mantle full of nuts
I asked her softly and respectfully
"Will you take a kiss from me, my own true love?"
She opened her little mouth and she spoke English
She said, "Pray sir, and let me be"
Don't the cows deserve to be appreciated
And I could be driving them on through the day
From them comes b***er and milk through the summer
And it's because of the cows that maidens marry