Текст песни The Corrs - Buachaill on Eirne
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Original text (Gaelic) Buachaill ón Éirne mé s bhréagfainn cailín deas óg Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi tá mé fhéin saibhir go leor S liom Corcaigh da 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 ag dhéanamh leanna fán choill Gan choite gan bád gan gráinnín brach ar bith liom Ach duilliúr na gcraobh mar éadaigh leapa os mo chionn S óró sheacht manam déag thú s tú féachaint orm anall Buachailleacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mise ariamh Ach ag imirt s ag ól le hógmhná deasa an tsliabh Má chaill mé mo stór ní moide gur chaill mé mo chiall As ní mó liom do phóg nán bhróg atáim ag caitheamh le bliain Translation (English) Im a boy from Lough Erne and I could charm a nice young girl I would not ask for her wealth as I am rich enough myself I own a good part of Cork, two sides of the glen in Tyrone And not to repeat myself Im the heir of County Mayo I will go tomorrow to make ale in the wood Without a cot without a boat without a pinch of gruel with me But leaves of the branches as bedclothes over my head And think well done for you as you watch me from over there A cowherd, my pet, Ive never been accustomed to be Instead of playing and drinking with the nice young women on the mountain side If I lost my riches I probably didnt lose my senses |
Text information ( Gaelic )
A boy from Ireland and I'd coax a nice young girl s
Not ask for a dowry with her I'm rich enough myself
I own Cork as it is both sides
the glen and Tyrone
S unless I repeat mannered s I n the oidhr
Mayo County
I will do without a boat at me about the woods
Not without a boat Annacotty without any brach pinch me
But leaves of the branches as bed clothes over my head
S oh seven eleven soul I watch you while you were here
Cowherd , my pet , I did not always practice
But playing and drinking with new young women of the mountain
If I lost my store probably did not lose my senses
I have most of your kiss Nan shoe worn by years
Translation ( Béarla )
Butter Boy from Lough Erne and I Could charm a nice young girl
I would not ask for her wealth for myself I am rich enough
I own a good part of Cork , two sides of the glen in Tyrone
Repeat to myself and Im not the Heir of County Mayo
I will be tomorrow to make ale in the wood
Without a cot without a boat without a pinch of gruel with me
But leaves of the branches of bedclothes over my head
And I think well done for you as you watch me from over there
A cowherd , my pet , I 've been accustomed to be
Instead of playing and drinking with the nice young women
on the mountain side
If I lost my riches I probably lose my senses didnt