Translation of the song lyrics Tuirse Mo Chroi - Altan

Tuirse Mo Chroi (original)

Tuirse mo chroí ar a phósadh
'S ar bhuachaillí óige an tsaiol
Nár bhfearr daoife cailín deas leofa
Na bean a mbeadh puntaí léi
Oíche mhór fhada bheith dúcaí
Nár dheas a bheith ag súgradh léi
B’faras a chaillteach bhíos srannfaí
Is ag tarraingt an phlaincéad léi
Nuair a théim go tí faire ná tórraimh
'Sé d’fiafras an óig bhean díom
'Chormaic a bhfuil tú do phósadh
Nó nach n’aithníonn tú an óig fhear groí
'Sé duirt se 'gus deirim féin leofa
Go minic go mór faraor
'S an mhéid acu 'tá gan pósadh
Gur acu 'tá spóirt a' tsaiol
Ó rachaidh mé scilleadh 's a chaitheadh
Go Baile na hiarr fhad siar
'S bhéarfaidh mé 'n ruaig sin go hÁrainn
'S ar and ainnir chráidh mo chroí
Dár a leoga mar rinneadh mo phósadh
Ní mó ná gur cealgadh mo chroí
'S rachaidh mé arís na Róimhe
Go bhfaigh mé cead pósta arís
I’m tired to my heart of marriage
And of the young men of this world
They’d be better off with a nice girl
Than a woman who had money
To stay awake the whole long night
Wouldn’t it be fine to be sporting with her
Instead of the old woman who snores
And pulls the blanket to her
When I go to a wake-house or funeral
All the young women ask me
Cormac, are you getting married
Or do you see that youth is wearing away?
I said to them and I still say
That I do indeed see it, alas
And those who aren’t married
Have all the fun in life
I will go complaining and chattering
To far in the west
I’ll take a trip to Aron
To the young woman who has tormented my heart
By the book, if my marriage has been made
It’s not that my heart has been bound
And I’ll go off to Rome
To get permission to marry again

(translation)

My heart's tired of his marriage
Life is on the boys of youth
They didn't prefer a nice girl
The woman with pounds
Long night of being dukes
Wasn't it nice to play with her
Snoring was a waste of time
She is pulling the blanket with her
When I go to a watch house than a funeral
The young lady asked me
'Cormac you are your marriage
Or don't recognize the young man
He said and I told them myself
Often very sad
Most of them are unmarried
That they 'have sports in life
Oh I will skill and cast
To Baile na hiar far west
And I will bring that chase to Aran
And on the ainnir of my heart's sorrow
Of course I got married
My heart was almost over
And I'll go to Rome again
May I get married again
I’m tired to my heart of marriage
And of the young men of this world
They’d be better off with a nice girl
Than a woman who had money
To stay awake the whole long night
Wouldn’t it be fine to be sporting with her
Instead of the old woman who snores
And pulls the blanket to her
When I go to a wake-house or funeral
All the young women ask me
Cormac, are you getting married
Or do you see that youth is wearing away?
I said to them and I still say
That I do indeed see it, alas
And those who aren’t married
Have all the fun in life
I will go complaining and chattering
To far in the west
I’ll take a trip to Aron
To the young woman who has tormented my heart
By the book, if my marriage has been made
It’s not that my heart has been bound
And I’ll go off to Rome
To get permission to marry again