FOR IRELAND I'D NOT TELL HER NAME

Last night as I strolled abroad
    On the far side of my farm
    I was approached by a comely maiden
    Who left me[? 'sinn' = 'us'] distraught and weak.
    I was captivated by her demeanour and shapeliness
    By her sensitive and delicate mouth,
    I hastened to approach her
    But for Ireland I'd not tell her name.
     
    If only this maiden heeded my words,
    What I'd tell her would be true.
    Indeed I'd devote myself to her
    And see to her welfare.
    I would regale her with my story
    And I longed to take her to my heart
    Where I'd grant her pride of place
    But for Ireland I'd not tell her name.
     
    There is a beautiful young maiden
    On the far side of my farm
    Generosity and kindness shine in her face
    With the exceeding beauty of her countenance.
    Her hair reaches to the ground
    Sparkling like yellow gold;
    Her cheeks blush like the rose
    But for Ireland I'd not tell her name.
 
 Ar éirinn Ní n-Eósainn
Cé h-í Aréir is mé téarnamh um' neoin
Ar an dtaobh thall den teóra 'na mbím,
Do théarnaig an spéir-bhean im' chómhair
D'fhág taomanach breóite lag sinn.
Do ghéilleas dá méin is dá cló,
Dá béal tanaí beó mhilis binn,
Do léimeas fé dhéin dul 'na cómhair,
Is ar Éirinn ní n-eósainn cé h-í.
 
Dá ngéilleadh an spéir-bhean dom' ghlór,
Siad ráidhte mo bheól a bheadh fíor;
Go deimhin duit go ndéanfainn a gnó
Do léirchur i gcóir is i gcrich.
Dó léighfinn go léir stair dom' stór,
'S ba mhéinn liom í thógaint dom chroí,
'S do bhearfainn an chraobh dhi ina dóid,
Is ar Éirinn ní n-eósainn cé h-í.
 
Tá spéir-bhruinneal mhaordha dheas óg
Ar an taobh thall de'n teóra 'na mbím.
Tá féile 'gus daonnacht is meóin
Is deise ro-mhór ins an mhnaoi,
Tá folt lei a' tuitim go feóir,
Go cocánach ómarach buí.
Tá lasadh 'na leacain mar rós,
Is ar Éirinn ní n-eósainn cé h-í.