Dh'éiríos féin ar maidin go moch
I bhfad amach sa bhFómhar
Cé chífinn chugham ach stór mo chroí
Is d'fhéach sí féin go fónta
Mar do bhí sí siúd deas dearg agus donn
Is a leiceann mar na rósaí
Nuair a d'fháisceas í go dlúth lem' chroí
Is é dúirt sí cá mbíonn tú id chónaí

As I roamed out for to view the plains
One pleasant morning early
Who should I spy but a pretty fair maid
And she dressed up so neatly
Her cherry cheeks and ruby lips
Her eyes, they would dazzle the daisies
When I took this fair maid by the hand
She said, "Young man, go easy"

Mar is treabhdóir mise go fónta ar mo cheird
Mar is maith atá a fhios ag mo chomharsain
Is mo páirc riamh a threabhas féin
Gan mé bheith tinn ná leonta
Mar do bhainfinn féar in íochtar cnoic
Do dhéanfainn cruach nó stáicín
Do rincfinn ríl leat a stór mo chroí
Ar bhruach na Carraige Báine

I would spread my mantle for you, young man
If it was only the breadth of a farthing
If I thought your mind was as good as your word
'Tis you of course I'd rather
So awake, arise, my laboring boy
And come with me in the morning
And we will plow the briny waves
From the banks of Carraige Báine
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