Buachaill Гіn Г‰irne mГ© is bhrГ©agfainn fГ©in cailГ­n deas Гіg.
NГ­ iarrfainn bГі sprГ© lГ©i, tГЎ mГ© fГ©in saibhir go leor
Is liom Corcaigh dГЎ mhГ©id Г©, dhГЎ thaobh an ghleanna, is TГ­r Eoghain,
Is mura n-athra' mГ© bГ©asaГ­, is mГ© an t-oidhre ar chontae Mhuigheo.

Buachailleacht bГі, mo leo, nГЎr chleacht mise riamh
ach ag imirt is ag Гіl le hГіgmhnГЎ deasa fГЎ shliabh.
MГЎ chaill mГ© mo stГіr nГ­ mГіide gur chaill mГ© mo chiall
Is nГ­ mГі liom do phГіg nГЎ an bhrГіg atГЎ ar caitheamh le bliain.

Rachaidh mГ© amГЎrach a dhГ©anamh leanna fГЎn choill,
gan coite gan bГЎd gan grГЎinГ­n brach' ar bith liom,
ach duilliГєir na gcraobh mar Г©ide leaba os mo cheann
is ГіrГі, a sheacht m'anam dГ©ag thГє, is tГє ag fГ©achaint orm anall.

[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.

• Black Is The Colour
• Brid Og Ni Mhaille
• Buachhaill On Eirne
• Dimming Of The Day
• Heart Like A Wheel
• Moorlough Shore
• My Lagan Love
• Old Town
• Peggy Gordon
• Spancill Hill