A Rí na bhfeart cad do chas ins a' dúiche seo mé?
'S gur mó cailín deas a gheobhainn im' dhúthaigín beag féin;
Gur casadh mé isteach mar a raibh searc agus rún geal mo chléibh,
Is chuir an tseanbhean amach mé ag casadh an tsúgáinín féir.
Cúrfá:
Má bhíonn tú liom, a stóirín mo chroí,
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom os comhair an tsaoil;
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom gach orlach de do chroí,
Is é mo lom go fann nach liom Dé Domhnaigh thú mar mhnaoí
Tá mo cheannsa liath le bliain is ní le críonnacht é,
Ní bheathaíonn na briathra na bráithre pé sa domhan scéal é;
Is táim i do dhiaidh le bliain is gan fáil agam ort féin,
Is gur geall le fia mé ar sliabh go mbeadh gáir chon ina dhéidh.
Curfá
Do threabfainn, d'fhuirsinn, chuirfinn síol ins a' chré,
'S do dhéanfainn obair shocair, álainn, mhín, réidh,
Do chuirfinn crú fén each is mire shiúil riamh ar féar,
Is ná héalaodh bean le fear ná déanfadh san féin.
The Twisting of the Straw Rope
Oh God Almighty, what drove me to this district?
When it's many a fine lass I'd find in my own townland
I called into the house of my own true love
And the old woman put me twisting rope until I was outside the door.
Chorus:
If you'll be mine be mine, oh treasure of my heart,
If you'll be mine be mine, before the whole world,
If you'll be mine be mine, every inch of your heart,
Alas that you are not my wife this Sunday!
My head is grey and it's not from old age
Fair words b***er no parships anyway!
I'm after you now for a year and it's useless
And I'm like a deer on the moor and the hounds are yelping after me!
Chorus
I would plow, I would toil, I would sow seed in the clay
And I would do a steady, beautiful, smooth and even job
I would shoe the maddest horse ever to walk on grass
And the woman still wouldn't elope with a man who would that
Chorus
'S gur mó cailín deas a gheobhainn im' dhúthaigín beag féin;
Gur casadh mé isteach mar a raibh searc agus rún geal mo chléibh,
Is chuir an tseanbhean amach mé ag casadh an tsúgáinín féir.
Cúrfá:
Má bhíonn tú liom, a stóirín mo chroí,
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom os comhair an tsaoil;
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom gach orlach de do chroí,
Is é mo lom go fann nach liom Dé Domhnaigh thú mar mhnaoí
Tá mo cheannsa liath le bliain is ní le críonnacht é,
Ní bheathaíonn na briathra na bráithre pé sa domhan scéal é;
Is táim i do dhiaidh le bliain is gan fáil agam ort féin,
Is gur geall le fia mé ar sliabh go mbeadh gáir chon ina dhéidh.
Curfá
Do threabfainn, d'fhuirsinn, chuirfinn síol ins a' chré,
'S do dhéanfainn obair shocair, álainn, mhín, réidh,
Do chuirfinn crú fén each is mire shiúil riamh ar féar,
Is ná héalaodh bean le fear ná déanfadh san féin.
The Twisting of the Straw Rope
Oh God Almighty, what drove me to this district?
When it's many a fine lass I'd find in my own townland
I called into the house of my own true love
And the old woman put me twisting rope until I was outside the door.
Chorus:
If you'll be mine be mine, oh treasure of my heart,
If you'll be mine be mine, before the whole world,
If you'll be mine be mine, every inch of your heart,
Alas that you are not my wife this Sunday!
My head is grey and it's not from old age
Fair words b***er no parships anyway!
I'm after you now for a year and it's useless
And I'm like a deer on the moor and the hounds are yelping after me!
Chorus
I would plow, I would toil, I would sow seed in the clay
And I would do a steady, beautiful, smooth and even job
I would shoe the maddest horse ever to walk on grass
And the woman still wouldn't elope with a man who would that
Chorus