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.