Chuaigh mé isteach i dteach aréir

Is d'iarr mé cairde ar mhnaoi an leanna.

Is é dúirt sí liom "Ní bhfaighidh tú deor.

Buail an bóthar is gabh abhaile."


Curfá:

Níl sé ina lá, níl a ghrá,

Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go maidin,

Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go fóill,

Solas ard atá sa ghealaigh.


Chuir mé féin mo lámh i mo phóca

Is d'iarr mé briseadh scillinge uirthi.

Is é dúirt sí liom "Suigh síos ag bord

Is bí ag ól anseo go maidin."


Curfá


"Éirigh i do shuí, a fhear an tí,

Cuir ort do bhrístí is do hata

Go gcoinne tú ceol leis an duine cóir

A bheas ag ól anseo go maidin."


Curfá


Nach mise féin an fear gan chéill

A d'fhág mo chíos in mo scornaigh?

D'fhág mé léan orm féin

Is d'fhág mé séan ar dhaoine eile.


Translation


I went into a tavern, and the barkeep,

Doesn't much care for the look of me.

I look like I've got no money on me.

She tells me to hit the road.


I put my hand into my pocket,

I asked if she could break a shilling.

She said to me "Sit down at the table,

You'll be drinking here 'till morning."


She roused the man of the house,

Tells him to get up, put his trousers and hat on,

And go out and find a musician to entertain me,

So I'll stay here drinking until morning.


Was I the man without sense

To leave my money when I'd been scorned?

I left woefully,

I left a sign to other people.