Ta bean in Eirinn a phronnfadh sead damh is mo shaith le n-o

'S ta beann in Erinn is sa binne leithe mo rafla ceoil no seinm thead

Ata bean in Eirinn is niorbh fhearr le beo

Mise ag leimnigh no leagtha ! gcre is mo tharr faoi fhod


Ta bean in Eirinn a bheadh ag ead, liom mur bhfaighinn ach pog

0 bihean ar aonach, nach ait an sceala, is mo dhaimh fein leo

Ta bean ab fhearr lom no cath is cead dhiobh nach bhfagham go de

Is ta cailin speiruil ag fear gan bhearla, dubghranna croin


Ta bean a dearfaidh da siulainn leithe go bhfaighinn an t-or

Is ta bean 'na leine is is fearr a mein no na tainte bo

Le bean a bhuairfeadh baile an mhaoir agus clar thin eoghaln

Is ni fhaicim leigheas ar mo ghalar fein ach scaird a dh'ol  


There is a woman in Ireland who would give me jeweis an my fill to drink, a woman

Who would think my simple singing swelter than the music of strings, a woman

Who would prefer me dead...

There is a woman in Ireland who would be jealous if I got one kiss from elseone...

There is a woman... and I see no cure except the flowing of drink.