Seosaimhin Ni Bheaglaoich - Bheadh Buachaillin Deas Ag Sile | Текст песни

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Bheadh Buachaillin Deas Ag Síle (© Trad. Irish)

Bheadh buachaillín deas ag Síle dá bpósadh sí mé mar fhear.
Mharóinn an breac ar an taoide a's coinín ar an ndumhaigh chomh maith.
Ní iarfainn léi capall ná caoire, airgead buí ná geal
Mar go mb'fhearr liomsa agam mar mhnaoi í ná aon inion rí dá mhair.

Tá máthair gan taise ag Síle a's ní bhreathainn sí a croí rómhaith.
Tá sparán mór fada aici líonta ag lorg talamh gan cois le fear.
Chuma léi ard é nó íseal, ba chuma léi buí nó geal
O ba chuma léi cam é nó díreach ach a bheith aige caoire a's ba.

Ní mar sin mar mheasann mo Shíle, b'fhearr léi mise na míle fear
Mar is meadhrach sea sheinnfinn ar phíob di ‘s is greannta do rincfinn dreas.
Chuirfinnse i dtalamh na siolta a's bhainfinn arís thar n-ais
A's nuair a thiocfainnse abhaile ní bhruionnfainn ach ag reacaireacht grin le m' shearc.

Tá mo mhargadh socair le Síle a’s ní bhrisfeadh Éire ar fad.
Gan spléachas dá máthair na muintir rachaidh sí chun cinn gan stad.
Pósfainn sa chathair an mhí seo a’s an sagart a dhíol go maith,
Is ní dóichí go bhfanam sa tír seo ach ag reachtaireacht síos amach.

Translation:
Sheila would have a lovely man if she married me.
I'd kill the trout on the tide and the rabbit on the dune as well.
I wouldn't ask her for a horse or sheep or gold or silver,
Because I'd prefer to have her as my wife than any king's daughter that lives.
Sheila's mother has no compassion and not much feeling either.
She has a big purse filled, looking for a man with land.
She doesn't care if he's tall or short, of fair or dark complexion,
Straight or crooked, as long as he has sheep or cows.
That's not how my Sheila thinks, she'd rather me than any other,
Because I'd merrily play my pipes and do a lively dance for her.
I'd sow the seeds and reap them as well
And when I'd get home I wouldn’t but converse lightly with my love.
My deal is set with Sheila and nothing in the world will break it,
Without depending on her mother and family she'd be better off.
I'll marry her this month and pay the priest well
And I wouldn't stay in this country but roam happily around from here on.

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