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Cynara Buachaill Ón Éirne
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Michael McGlynn & John McGlynn
   
Appears On: Cynara
   
Language: Gaeilge (Irish Gaelic)
   
Other Versions: "Buachaill On Eirne" on Clannad's album Macalla
"Buachaill Ón Eirne" on Reeltime's album Live It Up
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Buachaill ón Éirne mé I'm a boy from Ireland
'S bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg And I could charm a nice young girl
Ní iarrfainn bó spré léithe I would not ask for her wealth
Tá mé féin saibhir go leor As I am rich enough myself
'S liom Corcaigh 'a mhéid é I own a good part of Cork
Dhá thaobh a' ghleanna 's Tír Eoghain Two sides of the glen in Tir Eoghain
'S mura n-athraí mé béasaí And not to repeat myself
'S mé n' t-oidhr' ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo I'm the heir of County Mayo
   
Rachaidh mé 'márach I will go tomorrow
A dhéanamh leanna fán choill To make ale in the wood
Gan choite gan bád Without a cot, without a boat
Gan gráinnín brach' ar bith liom Without a pinch of gruel with me
Ach duilliúr na gcraobh But leaves of the branches
Mar éideadh leapa os mo chionn As bedclothes over my head
'S óró sheacht mh'anam déag thú And think well done for you
'S tú 'féachaint orm anall As you watch me from over there
   
Buachailleacht bó, mo leo A cowherd, my pet
Nár chleacht mise ariamh I've never been accustomed to be
Ach ag imirt 's ag 'ol Instead of playing and drinking
'S le hógmhná deasa fá shliabh With the nice young women on the mountainside
Má chaill mé mo stór ní móide If I lost my riches
Gur chaill mé mo chiall I probably didn't lose my senses
A's ní mó liom do phóg ná'n bhróg And your kiss is no more to me
Atá'r caitheamh le bliain Now than a shoe worn for a year
   
A chuisle 's a stór My darling and my love
Ná pós an seanduine liath Don't marry the gray old man
Ach pós a' fear óg, mo leo But marry a young man, my pet
Mur' maire sé ach bliain If he only lives but a year
Nó beidh tú go fóill Or you will be
Gan ó nó mac os do chionn Without a descendant to succeed you
A shilfeadh a'n deor And you'd shed sorrowful tears
Tráthnóna nó'r maidin go trom From morning 'til night