Verse 1
Buachaill n Eirne m 's bhragfainn fin cailn deas g, Ni iarrfainn b spr lithe t m fin saibhir go leor, 's liom Corcaigh 'a mhad , dh thaobh a ghleanna 's Tr Eoghain, 's mura n-athra me basa 's m an t-oidhr' ar Chontae Mhaigeo. Verse 2
Rachaidh m amrach a dhanamh leanna fn choill, Gan coite 's gan bd, gan grinnn briche ar bith liom, Ach duillir na gcraobh mar ide leapa os mo chionn, r 'sheacht mh'anam dag th 's t ag fachaint orm anall Verse 3
Buachailleacht b, mo leo, nr chleacht m ariamh, Ach ag imirt 's ag 'l le hgmhn deasa f shliabh, M chaill m mo str n d' gur chaill m mo chiall, A's n m liom do phg n 'n bhrg at ar caitheamh le bliain. Verse 4
A chuisle 's a str n ps an seanduine liath, Ach ps a' fear g, mo leo, mura maire s ach bliain, N beidh t go fill gan n mac os do chionn, A shilfeadh aon deoir trthnna n ar maidin go trom. Translation
Verse 1
I am a boy from the Erne 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. Verse 2
I will go out tomorrow to make ale in the wood, Without a coracle or boat, without even a pinch of malt with me, With only the leaves of the branches as bed-cover over me Oh! and you, my delight, looking over at me. Verse 3
Cow herding, alas, I did not never practice, But playing and drinking with young women on the mountainside, If I lost my wealth and I don't think I lost my sense, And your kiss is no more to me than a shoe worn for a year. My love and treasure, don't marry the old grey man, But marry a young man, alas, even though he lives but a year, Or you'll still be without a daughter or son above you, Who'd be crying in the afternoon or in the morning in sorrow.