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Agus rinne mise cleas	 
Ag Tigh Mhic Ui Dhomhnaill aréir	 
Is an tarna cleas ag teach	 
An Ósta lena thaobh	 
An triú cleas ní bfhearr domh	 
A chur le mo scéal	 
Is gur mhinicí domh bheith ag caitheamh	 
An dúthracht mhaith léi	 
 	 
A Rí na bhfeart cad do chas	 
Ins a' dúiche seo mé?	 
'S gur mó cailín deas a gheobhainn	 
Im' dhúthaigín beag féin	 
Gur casadh mé isteach mar a raibh searc	 
Agus rún geal mo chléibh	 
Is chuir an tseanbhean amach mé	 
Ag casadh an tsúgáinín féir	 
 	 
Curfá:	 
Má bhíonn tú liom, bí liom	 
A stóirín mo chroí	 
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom	 
Os comhair an tsaoil	 
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom	 
Gach orlach de do chroí	 E
Is é mo liom go fann nach liom	 
Dé Domhnaigh thú mar mhnaoí	 
 	 
Tá mo cheannsa liath le bliain	 
Is ní le críonnacht é	 
Ní bheathaíonn na briathra	 
Na bráithre pé sa domhan scéal é	 
Is táim i do dhiaidh le bliain	 
Is gan fáil agam ort féin	 
Is gur geall le fia mé ar sliabh	 
Go mbeadh gáir chon ina dhéidh	 
 	 
Do threabfainn, d'fhuirsinn	 
Chuirfinn síol ins a' chré	 
'S do dhéanfainn obair shocair	 
Álainn, mhín, réidh	 
Do chuirfinn crú fén each	 
Is mire shiúil riamh ar féar	
Is ná héalaodh bean le fear	 
Ná déanfadh san féin	 


<b>English Translation:</b>

I did a trick
In O Domhnall's house last night
And a second trick
At the holstelry next door
I'd prefer not to add
The third trick to my story
And I often spent
A good __ with her

Oh God Almighty
What drove me to this district?
When it's many a fine lass
I'd find in my own townland
I called into the house
Of my own true love
And the old woman put me twisting rope
'Til I was outside the door

Chorus (after each verse):
If you'll be mine, be mine
Oh treasure of my heart
If you'll be mine, be mine
Before the whole world
If you'll be mine, be mine
very inch of your heart
Alas that you're not
My wife this Sunday

My head is gray
And it's not from old age
Fair words butter
No parships anyway
I'm after you now for a year
And it's useless
And I'm like a deer on the moor
And the hounds are yelping after me

I'd plow, I'd toil
I'd sow seed in the clay
And I'd do a steady job
Beautiful, smooth and even
I'd shoe the maddest horse
Ever to walk on grass
And the woman still wouldn't elope
With a man who'd do that
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