Текст песни Buachaill Ón Éirne - Clannad
                                                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.
 
                                    
                                
                                                English 
                                                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.
 
                                    
                                
                                                By: 
                                                Traditional
 
                                    
                                
                                                From: 
                                                "Magical 
                                                Ring"
 
                                    
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