Slán Agus Beannacht Le Buaireamh An tSaoil

Unique Word Count: 148

One morning in June agus mé ag dul ag spaisteoireacht 
Casadh liom cailín is ba ródheas a gnaoi;
She was so handsome do thit mé i ngrá léi
Is d’fhág sí an arraing trí cheartlár mo chroí.
I axed her her name nó cad é an ruaig bheanaithe 
A chas ins an áit thú, a ghrá gheal mo chroí?
My heart it will break if you don’t come along with me
Slán agus beannacht le buaireamh an tsaoil.

Maise cailín beag óg mé ó cheantar na farraige; 
Tógadh go cneasta mé i dtosach mo shaoil.
I being so airy ós é siúd ba chleachtach liom 
Which made my own parents and me disagree.
Maise, a chuisle ’s a stór, ach an éistfeá liom tamall, 
I’ll tell you a story a b’ait le do chroí,
That I’m a young man that is deeply in love with you,
Surely my heart is from roguery free?

There’s an alehouse nearby agus beimid go maidin ann
if you are satisfied, ’ghrá gheal mo chroí;
Early next morning we’ll send for the clergy man
Agus beimidne ceangailte i ngan fhios don tsaol.
Beimid ag ól fad a mhairfeas an t-airgead
Then we will take the road home with all speed.
When the reckoning is due, boys, who cares for the landlady? 
Slán agus beannacht le buaireamh an tsaoil.