Buachaill o/n e/ireann me/'s bhe/as faoi fe/in caili/n deas o/g,

Ni/ iarr fain bo/ spre/ le/ithe ta/ me/ fe/in saibhir go leor,

's liom corcaigh 'a/ mhe/id e/ dha/ thaobh a ghleanna 's tir roghain,

's mur na thiai/ me/ n' t-oidhr' ar chonthae mhaigeo.



Buachaileacht bo/, mo leo, nar chleacht mise ariamh,

Ach ag imirt 's ag 'ol 'le ho/gmhna/ deasa fa/ shliabh,

Ma/ chaill me/ mo sto/r ni/ do/' gur chaill me/ mo chiall,

A's ni/ mo/ liom do pho/g na/ 'n bhro/g ata/ 'n caitheamh le bliain.



A chuisle 's a sto/r na/ po/s an sean duine liath,

Ach po/s a' fein o/g, mo leo, muir' maine se/ ach bliain,

No/ beidh tu/ go fo/oill gan o/ no/ mac os da chionn,

A shilleadh an deor tra/thno/na no/ 'n maidin go trom.





Translation

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.