A Mháire Bhruinneal
(Maire Bruinneal)

Irish

Orú Mháire Bhruinneal bláth na Finne
'Ndaidh mé do lean aint anair anall

O ba bhinne liom do bhéal nó no cuacha seinm
'S tú dfhág mise i ndeallaraí 'bháis
A mhéid é mo thuirse níor lear domh a choinneal
Deir siad gur mise a mheallas na mná
Mharaigh tú go deo mé, lagaigh tú go mór mé
'Gus gach a bhfuil beo domh bhris tú mo chroí

Bhí a trí-point óir leí síos go triogh
Agus í a gcarrnú ar gach taobh
Bí mé lá go ceolmar in sa ród
Tarlaigh domhsa 'n óig bhean chiúin
Oh Maire Bruinneal, flower of the Finn
I followed you here and there

Your mouth was sweeter to me than the cuckoo's singing
And it's you that has left me at death's door
I am so grieved I couldn't keep her
They said I was one who deceives women
You have killed me forever, you have greatly weakened me
And all that's alive to me, you broke my heart

Her golden trident with her down a foot
And them being piled on each side

One day I was musically in the road
I met the quiet young woman