An Maidrín Rua

Unique Word Count: 125

Ag g’bháil ó thuaidh dom thar Shliabh Luachra,
‘Gus mise ‘cur tuairisc’ mo ghéanna,
Ar mo chasadh aduaidh sea ‘fuair mé a
 dtuairisc,
Go raibh maidrín rua á n-aoireacht!

Curfá:
An maidrín rua, rua, rua, rua, rua,
An maidrín rua ‘tá gránna;
An maidrín rua ‘na luí sa luachair,
‘Gus barr a dhá chluas in airde.

“Good morrow, fox!” “Good morrow, sir!” 
“Pray what is that you’re ateing?”
“A fine fat goose I stole from you, 
And will you come and taste it?”

Curfá

“Oh! no indeed, ní áil liom í,
Ní bhlaisfead pioc di ar aon chor,
But I vow and swear you’ll dearly pay
 
For my fine fat goose you’re ateing!”

Curfá

“Ní bhlaisfead pioc is ní íosfad giob, 
Is ní rachaidh aon smut i m’ bhéal de,
But I vow and swear you’ll dearly pay 
For my fine fat goose you’re ateing!” 

Curfá

Greadadh croí cráite ort, a mhaidrín ghránna,
A rug uaim m’ál breá géanna,
Mo choiligh mhóra bhreátha ‘s mo chearca ‘bhí go hálainn,
Is mo lachain bheaga ab fhearr a bhí in Éirinn!

Curfá deiridh:
Tally ho lena bhonn! Tally ho lena bhonn!
Tally ho lena bhonn, a choileáinín!
Tally ho lena bhonn! Tally ho lena bhonn! 
Agus barr a dhá chluas in airde!