In iníon d'aoire mé féinig gan amhras
Do bhíodh ina cónaí cois taobh na Leamhna
Bhí bothán agam féin ann is fuinneog i gceann de
Fad a bhíodh an bainne ag téamh agam 'sea ghlaofainn ar na gamhna
Curfá:
Aililiú na gamhna, na gamhna bána Aililiú
Aililiú na gamhna, na gamhna b'iad a b'fhearr liom Aililiú
Aililiú na gamhna, na gamhna geala bána Aililiú
Na gamhna maidin shamhraidh ag damhsa ar na bánta
Faightear dom cana is faightear dom bhuarach
Is faightear dom soitheach ina gcuirfead mo chuid uachtair
Ceolta sí na cruinne bheith á síorchur i m'chluasa
Ba bhinne liomsa géimneach na mbó ag teacht chun buaile
(Curfá)
Rachaimid ar an aonach is ceannóimid gamhna
Is cuirfimid ar féar iad amach ins na gleannta
?osfaidh siad an féar is barr an aitinn ghallda
Is tiocfaidh siad abhaile chun an bhainne i gcóir an tSamhraidh
(Curfá 2x)
English
I'm a herdsman's daughter sure enough
Who once lived down by the banks of the Laune
I had a cabin there a window in the gable
While I heated the milk I called in the calves
Chorus:
The calves, the pretty calves
the calves, I loved them the best
the calves, the fine pretty calves
Dancing in the meadow on a clear summer's morning
Get me a can and get me a ladle
Get me a vessel to take all the cream
The magic music of the world always around me
But sweeter sounding still the cattle lowing to the parlor
(Chorus)
Let us go to the fair and buy us some calves
Put them to grass out above in the valleys
They'll eat all the grass and the tufts of the strange gorse
And come home for the milk at the start of the summer
(Chorus 2x)
Do bhíodh ina cónaí cois taobh na Leamhna
Bhí bothán agam féin ann is fuinneog i gceann de
Fad a bhíodh an bainne ag téamh agam 'sea ghlaofainn ar na gamhna
Curfá:
Aililiú na gamhna, na gamhna bána Aililiú
Aililiú na gamhna, na gamhna b'iad a b'fhearr liom Aililiú
Aililiú na gamhna, na gamhna geala bána Aililiú
Na gamhna maidin shamhraidh ag damhsa ar na bánta
Faightear dom cana is faightear dom bhuarach
Is faightear dom soitheach ina gcuirfead mo chuid uachtair
Ceolta sí na cruinne bheith á síorchur i m'chluasa
Ba bhinne liomsa géimneach na mbó ag teacht chun buaile
(Curfá)
Rachaimid ar an aonach is ceannóimid gamhna
Is cuirfimid ar féar iad amach ins na gleannta
?osfaidh siad an féar is barr an aitinn ghallda
Is tiocfaidh siad abhaile chun an bhainne i gcóir an tSamhraidh
(Curfá 2x)
English
I'm a herdsman's daughter sure enough
Who once lived down by the banks of the Laune
I had a cabin there a window in the gable
While I heated the milk I called in the calves
Chorus:
The calves, the pretty calves
the calves, I loved them the best
the calves, the fine pretty calves
Dancing in the meadow on a clear summer's morning
Get me a can and get me a ladle
Get me a vessel to take all the cream
The magic music of the world always around me
But sweeter sounding still the cattle lowing to the parlor
(Chorus)
Let us go to the fair and buy us some calves
Put them to grass out above in the valleys
They'll eat all the grass and the tufts of the strange gorse
And come home for the milk at the start of the summer
(Chorus 2x)