Paroles An clár bog déil (english version) Altan

An clár bog déil (english version)

without a cow
Without tuppence dowry
I would lay you beneath me on a dewy morning
At the dawn of the day
My two hands
My darling love
In Caiseal Mumhan with nothing for a bed
But the deal board

A bright woman I'll not praise
And I'll not find fault with
I'll never take a dark woman
As a wife

Because of wealth
But I'll marry my darling
She's the love of my heart

Don't think that I'm not noble
Even though I'm lowly
Don't think that in yonder ditch
I was found
Lie down beside me for a month or so
And try me out
And you'll find written in my right side
That I'm a playboy

I would Irish
In good, hard language
After that, I'll write
With the tip of my pen
I'd swim Loch Éirne
On my back
And if I could entice a woman
I'd have won the day
One night I was outside St Bridgid's Day
Looking down on Mullaghmore
And the thing happened to me, that I gave love to her
Because she was lovely, friendly, beautiful, young
It was certainly she who drove me out of my wits
And the doctor of the Fianna would not cure me
And my heart is in a thousand pieces
If I don't get to lie down with her bright bosom

Lovely, brown-haired girl who went into danger
Come over here and give me a kiss
And if my whole family were angry with me
I wouldn't give a damn, my darling sweetheart
My darling sweetheart, everyone is saying to me
That I will die for love of you
And there isn't a market day that would be in the Gearalts
And I wouldn't get solace and me drinking

It's along time now since I gave love to you
And me, a small young lad without any sense
And with you I would walk hills and valleys
And to Ballytemple if it was in front of us
But now I am finished, tormented
And I gave the better part of my secret to the wind
Oh King in Paradise, make ready for me
In the lovely glens with you