Lyrics of An Spailpin Fanach - Dervish

An Spailpin Fanach (original)

Is spailpin aerach treitheach mise agus bigi ag
Solathar mna dhom
Mar scaipfinn an siol faoi dho san Earrach in eadan
Taltai bana (x 2)
Mo lamha ar an gceachta I ndiaidh na gcapall 's go
Reabfainnse cnoic le fana.
An chead la I nEirinn ar liostail mise, o bhi me sugach
Sasta
'S an darna la dar liostail mise, o bhi me buartha
Craite;
Ach an triu la dar liostail mise, thabharfainn cuig
Cead punt ar fhagail,
Ach go dtugainn sin agus an oiread eile, ni raibh mo
Phas le fail a’m.
Mo chuig cead slan leat, a dhuthaigh m’athar, is go deo
Deo don eilean gramhar,
Is don scata fear og ata 'mo dhiaidh ag baile, nach
Gclisfeadh orm in am a ghathair!
Ta Baile Atha Cliath doite, is togfar Gaillimh, beidh
Lasair againn ar thinte chamha,
Beidh fion agus beoir ar bord ag m’athair -- sin
Cabhair ag an Spailpin Fanach!
Agus b’fhaide liomsa lla bheinn I dteach gan charaid na
Bliain mhor fhada is raithe,
Mar is buachaillin aerach me, sugach meanmach a
Bhreagfadh bruinneal mhanla.
Agus dha bhean deag a bhi ag ead 's ag iomai liom, a
Suil le tairfe mo laidhe --
S’e paidir na cailli nuair a theinn thar a tairseach,
«now behave yourself, a Spailpin Fanach!»

(translation)

I'm a gifted gay spailpin and bigi at
A woman's supply for me
As I scatter the seed under him in the Spring in between
Taltai bana (x 2)
My hands on the lesson After the horses's that
Reabfainnse hills with fana.
The first day in Ireland I was listed, because I was soaked
Sasta
And the second day I listed, oh I was worried
Craite;
But the third day I listed, I would give five
One hundred pounds left,
But to give that and so much more, was not mine
Passport available to me.
Farewell, my father's country, forever
Forever to the gracious island,
It's for the bunch of young men who 'follow me at home, no
I would fail in his time!
Dublin is burned, Galway will be built, yes
We flame on bonfires,
My dad will have wine and beer on board - that's
Help the Spailpin Fanach!
And I wish I could stay in a house without a friend
A long, long year,
As a gay boy,
A manle bruin would bite.
And for twelve wives to be jealous of me, a
Expect the benefit of my lie -
It is the prayer of the lost when she crosses her threshold,
«Now behave yourself, a Spailpin Fanach!»