Lyrics of Buachaill Ón Éirne - Anúna, Michael McGlynn, John McGlynn

Buachaill Ón Éirne (original)

Buachaill ón Éirne mé
'S bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg
Ní iarrfainn bó spré léithe
Tá mé féin saibhir go leor
'S liom Corcaigh 'a mhéid é
Dhá thaobh a' ghleanna 's Tír Eoghain
'S mura n-athraí mé béasaí
'S mé n' t-oidhr' ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo
Rachaidh mé 'márach
A dhéanamh leanna fán choill
Gan choite gan bád
Gan gráinnín brach' ar bith liom
Ach duilliúr na gcraobh
Mar éideadh leapa os mo chionn
'S óró sheacht mh’anam déag thú
'S tú 'féachaint orm anall
Buachailleacht bó, mo leo
Nár chleacht mise ariamh
Ach ag imirt 's ag 'ol
'S le hógmhná deasa fá shliabh
Má chaill mé mo stór ní móide
Gur chaill mé mo chiall
A’s ní mó liom do phóg ná'n bhróg
Atá'r caitheamh le bliain
A chuisle 's a stór
Ná pós an seanduine liath
Ach pós a' fear óg, mo leo
Mur' maire sé ach bliain
Nó beidh tú go fóill
Gan ó nó mac os do chionn
A shilfeadh a’n deor
Tráthnóna nó'r maidin go trom

(translation)

I'm a boy from the Erne
And I would dream of a pretty young girl
I would not ask for a cow to milk her
I myself am quite rich
I own Cork so much
Both sides of the glen and Tyrone
And if I don't change manners
I am the heir of County Mayo
I'll go tomorrow
Making beers in the woods
Not common without a boat
No grain of malt 'with me
But the foliage of the branches
As a bedclothes over me
You are seventeen souls
And you look at me back and forth
Cow herding, my leo
I never practiced
But playing and drinking
And with pretty young women on a mountain
If I lost my treasure not a plus
That I lost my mind
I love your kiss more than the shoe
Which has been worn for a year
His pulse and his treasure
Do not marry the old gray man
But marry the young man, my dear
If it only lasts a year
Or you still will
Not from or son above you
To shed tears
Heavy evening or morning