Buachaill ón Éirne Songtext
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Buachaill ón Éirne Songtext
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"
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"
Writer(s): Moya Brennan, Paul Brennan, Noel Duggan, Padraig Duggan, Ciaran Brennan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com