Cearc agus coileach a d'imigh le chéile Amach fríd na sléibhte gur bris siad a gcroí Chuaigh siad go Sligeach is go Corcaigh 'na dhiaidh sin Nó go dteachaigh an scéala amach fríd an tír.
Curfá Mo choileach breá ramhar a rugadh sa Mhárta Nó go dtáinig na mná a chuir dúil insan fheoil Phioc siad a chrúba agus scil siad a chnámha Agus chaith siad an lá sin súgach go leor.
Dá bhfeicfeá mo choileach lá aonaigh na sráide 'Fhuip ina dhorn 's é chomh bródúil le rí Bhí péire spor geal air, den airgead déanta 'Hata fá lásaíagus lámhainníbuí.
Curfá Chuir mé mo choileach go paróiste Bhaollach San áit a mbeadh didean aige le fail, An áit a bhfuil na fir fhearúl' a chroithfeadh an síol 'S nach maifeadh a choiche ar mo choileach a sháith.
'Och, och,' ars' an chearc is í go ar an aradh Nach buartha bocht imníoch deireadh mo scéil Athair mo chlainne 'gus céile mo leapa Bheith sínte sa phota 'gus leac ar a bhéal.
Curfá A Cock and a Hen A cock and a hen went away together Out on the hills until they broke their hearts They went to Sligo and then to Cork Until the story went out through the country.
Chorus My fine fat cock who was born in March Until the women came who desired meat, They picked his claws and stripped his bones and spent the day very merrily.
If you had seen my cock on the fair day, His whip in his hand and he as proud as a king, He wore a pair of bright spurs made of silver, A hat trimmed with lace and yellow gloves.
Chorus
I sent my cock to the parish of the O'Boyles Where he might find shelter Where the generous men live who would scatter the seed And who would never begrudge my cock his fill.
'Alas, alas,' said the hen, as she climbed the roost, 'How pitiful anxious and sad is the end of my story, The father of my children and the partner of my bed To be stretched in the pot with the stone on his mouth.'