Verse 1
Buachaill n Eirne m 's bhragfainn fin cailn deas g,Ni iarrfainn b spr lithe t m fin saibhir go leor,'s liom Corcaigh 'a mhad , dh thaobh a ghleanna 's Tr Eoghain,'s mura n-athra me basa 's m an t-oidhr' ar Chontae Mhaigeo.Verse 2
Rachaidh m amrach a dhanamh leanna fn choill,Gan coite 's gan bd, gan grinnn briche ar bith liom,Ach duillir na gcraobh mar ide leapa os mo chionn,r 'sheacht mh'anam dag th 's t ag fachaint orm anallVerse 3
Buachailleacht b, mo leo, nr chleacht m ariamh,Ach ag imirt 's ag 'l le hgmhn deasa f shliabh,M chaill m mo str n d' gur chaill m mo chiall,A's n m liom do phg n 'n bhrg at ar caitheamh le bliain.Verse 4
A chuisle 's a str n ps an seanduine liath,Ach ps a' fear g, mo leo, mura maire s ach bliain,N beidh t go fill gan n mac os do chionn,A shilfeadh aon deoir trthnna n ar maidin go trom.Translation
Verse 1
I am a boy from the Erne 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.Verse 2
I will go out tomorrow to make ale in the wood,Without a coracle or boat, without even a pinch of malt with me,With only the leaves of the branches as bed-cover over meOh! and you, my delight, looking over at me.Verse 3
Cow herding, alas, I did not never practice,But playing and drinking with young women on the mountainside,If I lost my wealth and I don't think I lost my sense,And your kiss is no more to me than a shoe worn for a year.My love and treasure, don't marry the old grey man,But marry a young man, alas, even though he lives but a year,Or you'll still be without a daughter or son above you,Who'd be crying in the afternoon or in the morning in sorrow.