Текст и перевод песни The Corrs - Buachaill On Eirne

Buachaill On Eirne

Buachaill ón Éirne mé 's bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg
Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi tá mé fhéin saibhir go leor
'S liom Corcaigh da mhéid é, dhá thaobh
A' ghleanna 's Tír Eoghain
'S mura n-athraí mé béasaí 's mé n' t-oidhr'
Ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo
Rachaidh mé 'márach ag dhéanamh leanna fán choill
Gan choite gan bád gan gráinnín brach' ar bith liom
Ach duilliúr na gcraobh mar éadaigh leapa os mo chionn
'S óró sheacht m'anam déag thú 's tú 'féachaint orm anall
Buachailleacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mise ariamh
Ach ag imirt 's ag ól le h'ógmhná deasa an tsliabh
Má chaill mé mo stór ní moide gur chaill mé mo chiall
A's ní mó liom do phóg ná'n bhróg atáim ag caitheamh le bliain

Boy From Erne

I'm a boy from Erne and I'd woo a pretty young girl,
I wouldn't ask for a dowry of cows, I'm rich enough myself.
I own Cork, as big as it is, on both sides,
The valley and Tyrone,
And if I don't change my ways, and I'm the heir
To County Mayo.
Tomorrow I'll go making ale in the woods,
Without spade, without boat, without a grain of malt,
But the leaves of the trees as bedclothes above me.
And oh, my heart's desire, you looking over at me.
Herding cows, by my word, is something I've never practiced,
But playing and drinking with the pretty young women of the mountain.
If I lost my treasure, it doesn't mean I've lost my mind,
And your kiss is no more to me than the shoe I've been wearing for a year.