Aililiú na gamhna
(Calling the calves)

Irish

In iníon d'aoire mé féinig gan amhras
Do bhíodh ina cónaí cois taobh na Leamhna
Bhí bothán agam féin ann is fuinneog i gceann de
Fad a bhíodh an bainne ag téamh agam
'Sea ghlaofainn ar na gamhna

Aililiú na gamhna, na gamhna bána
Aililiú na gamhna, na gamhna b'iad a b'fhearr liom
Aililiú na gamhna, na gamhna geala bána
Na gamhna maidin shamhraidh ag damhsa ar na bánta

Faightear dom cana is faightear dom bhuarach
Is faightear dom soitheach ina gcuirfead mo chuid uachtair
Ceolta sí na cruinne bheith á síorchur i m'chluasa
Ba bhinne liomsa géimneach na mbó ag teacht chun buaile

Rachaimid ar an aonach is ceannóimid gamhna
Is cuirfimid ar féar iad amach ins na gleannta
Íosfaidh siad an féar is barr an aitinn ghallda
Is tiocfaidh siad abhaile chun an bhainne i gcóir an tSamhraidh
I'm a herdsman's daughter, sure enough
Who once lived down by the banks of the Laune
I had a cabin there, a window in the gable
While I heated the milk
I called in the calves

Aililiú the calves, the pretty calves,
Aililiú the calves, I loved them the best
Aililiú the calves, the fine pretty calves
Dancing in the meadow on a a clear summer's morning

Get me a can and get me a ladle
Get me a vessel to take all the cream
The magic music of the world always around me
But sweeter sounding still the lowing of the cattle to the parlor

Let us go to the fair and buy us some calves
Put them to grass out above in the valleys
They'll eat all the grass and the tufts of the strange gorse
And come home for the milk at the start of the summer