Gaelic:



A stór, a stór, a ghra

A stór, a stór an dtiocfaidh tu?

A stór, a stór, a grha

An dtiocfaidh tu nó an bhfanfaidh tu?



Bhi me la brea samhraidh i mo sheasamh ar an mhargadh

'S is iomai fear a duirt lion: "Monuar, gan tu sa bhaile agam".



Gheall mo ghra domsa cinnte go dtiocfadh si

Ni raibh a culaith Déanta agus sin an rud a choinnigh i



Thart tóin an gharrai, a Mhaire, bhfuilan fhidil leat?

Aicearra na bpratai go dtéimid' sair an fhidileoir



Mhi mise lan den tsaoil is bhi cion amuigh is istigh orm

Nach mór a dathraigh an saol nuair nach bhfuil eion ag duine ar 

bith orm?



English:



One fine summers day as I stood there in the market place

Many a fine young man remarked, “I'm sad you are not home with me.”



Chorus:



My darling, my darling, my love

My darling, my darling, will you come with me

My darling, my darling, my love will you come with me or settled be.



My true love promised kindly that she would surely come with me

Her wedding dress not ready, delayed her in joining me.



We have got water from the Eirne, and green grass from the heaven's stems

Cows udders are near rending from the overflow of milk in them.



By the bottom of the garden, a Mary, is the fiddle there?

The shortcut by the praties, we'll hasten to the fiddler.



At one time in my life I was dearly loved by everyone

Haven't times changed when no one cares a whit for me?