Buachaill Ón Eirne
- Celtic Thunder (2011)You are listening to the song Buachaill Ón Eirne by Celtic Thunder, writer by Clannad in album Heritage. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Buachaill ón Éirne mé is bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg
Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi, tá mé féin saibhir go leor
Is liom Corcaigh dá mhéid é, dhá thaobh an ghleanna, is Tír Eoghain
Is mura n-athra' mé béasaí, is mé an t-oidhre ar chontae Mhuigheo.
Buachailleacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mise riamh
Ach ag imirt is ag ól le hógmhná deasa fá shliabh
Má chaill mé mo stór ní móide gur chaill mé mo chiall
Is ní mó liom do phóg ná an bhróg atá ar caitheamh le bliain.
Rachaidh mé amárach a dhéanamh leanna fán choill
Gan coite gan bád gan gráinín brach' ar bith liom
Ach duilliúir na gcraobh mar éide leaba os mo cheann
Is óró, a sheacht m'anam déag thú, is tú ag féachaint orm anall.
[English 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.
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