A chinn duibh dhílis dhílis dhílis Cuir do lámh mhín gheal tharam anall A bhéinlín meala, 'bhfuil boladh na tíme air Is duine gan chroí nach dtabharfadh duit grá
Tá cailín' ar an mbaile seo'ar buile 's ar buaireamh Ag tarraingt a ngruaige 'sá ligean le gaoith Ar mo shonsa, an scafaire is fearr ins na tuatha Ach do thréigfinn an méid sin ar rún dil mo chroí
Is cuir do cheann dílis dílis dílis Cuir do cheann dílis tharam anall A bhéinlín meala, 'bhfuil boladh na tíme air Is duine gan chroí nach dtabharfadh duit grá ____________________________________
My sweet, sweet, sweet dark-haired love Put your pale, soft hand around me now Mouth of honey that has the smell of thyme It is a heartless man that would not love you
The girls of this town are furious Pulling their hair and letting it blow in the wind For me, the best man in the countryside But I would dump them all for my heart's love
Lay your sweet, sweet, sweet head Lay your sweet head on me Mouth of honey that has the smell of thyme It is a heartless man that would not love you