Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buachaill Ón Éirne, artist - Clannad.
Date of issue: 26.05.1999
Song language: Gaelic
Buachaill Ón Éirne(original) |
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/are 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/are 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 |
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 |
(translation) |
I was a boy from Ireland and I was a nice girl. |
I do not ask for bo / spre / to / eat ta / me / fe / in rich enough |
I own a cork that weighs him / his / his side of the valley and the land of choice |
's mur na thiai / me / n 't-oidhr' ar conthae maigeo |
Cow herding, my dear, that I never practiced |
But playing and 'ol' with ho / gmhna / deasa / mountain |
If / I / have lost my sto / are ni / do / 'that I / have lost my sense |
I don't like your kisses on the breasts that have been worn for a year |
A pulse and sto / are the / po / s of the old gray man |
But po / s a 'fein o / g, mo leo, muir' maine se / ach bliadna |
Or you will be without a son or two over him |
To shed the tears in the morning or in the morning heavily |
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 ever 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 gray 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 |