| Caitlín Triall (original) | Caitlín Triall (translation) |
|---|---|
| Níl aonach ná margadh | There is no fair or market |
| Dá bhfuil in san áit | If in place |
| Nach bhfaicimse Cití | I don't see Kitty |
| Sí díol a cuid snáth | She sells her yarn |
| Orú scairtim isteach uirthi | I shout at her |
| 'S bhuailidh mé'n clár | And I hit the program |
| Is a Chití na n-anam | Chití is the soul |
| Fan agam go lá | Stay with me for a day |
| Níl bó níl gamhain | No cow no calf |
| 'S níl caora bhán | And there are no white berries |
| Ó bhruach Loch Corbhaith | From the shores of Lough Corva |
| Go maol an tsléibh' bháin | The bald white mountain |
| Nach dtabharfainn do Chití | That I would not give to Kitty |
| Ar an aog phóg amháin | At the age of one kiss |
| 'S í leigheasfadh an arraing | It would cure the rash |
| Teacht fríd i mo lár | Coming through in the middle of me |
| Ó gheall tusa domhsa | Oh you promised me |
| Is gheall tú faoi dhó | You promised twice |
| Nach ndéanfá mo mhalairt | Wouldn't you do me the opposite |
| Anois nó go deo | Now or forever |
| Ná go bhfaca mé tusa | Not that I saw you |
| 'S fear eile ag ól | Another man is drinking |
| I gcúl an tom dreasóg | In the back of the tom tom |
| 'S mug leanna ina dhorn | And a mug of beer in his fist |
| Ach ligfidh muid tharainn | But we will let go |
| Ach ní hea sin le stuaim | But that's not prudent |
| Is mian liomsa trácht | I want to comment |
| Ar Chití na gcuach | On the Kitty of the Curls |
| 'S í planda an dúine | It is the plant of man |
| Í tá saoithfiúil suairc | She's a genius |
| A shamhail ní fhaca mé | A model I have never seen |
| Theas nó ó thuaidh | South or north |
| A bhuachaill beag beadaí | A bedtime little boy |
| Is mé i ngrá le bliain | I have been in love for a year |
| 'S b’fhearr liom bean agam | I prefer my wife |
| Nach bhfaca mé ariamh | I have never seen |
| Ach lig mé na buachaillí | But I let the boys |
| Sa chuideachta uaim | In my company |
| Ná go raibh mé 'na bhaile | I was home |
| Le mo Chaitlín Triall | With my Caitlin Trial |
| Níl aon tointe ar mo bhrollach | There is no smoke on my chest |
| Nár leig mé le gaoith | I did not let wind |
| 'S ma fhágaim a' baile | And if I leave home |
| Níl phillfidh mé choiche | I will never return |
| Tá lionn dubh ar m’aigne | My mind is melancholy |
| Is caill ar mo chiall | Lose my senses |
| 'S nach trom sin ar d’anam | And isn't that heavy on your soul |
| A Chaitlín Triall | Caitlin Trial |
