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Celtic Lyrics Corner > Compilations > Gaelic Ireland > Bruach Na Carraige Báine
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Lyrics:
Nuair dh'éiríos féin ar maidin go moch
I bhfad amach sa bhFómhar
Cé chífinn chugham ach stór mo chroí
Is d'fhéach sí féin go fónta
Mar do bhí sí siúd deas dearg agus donn
Is a leiceann mar na rósaí
Nuair a d'fháisceas í go dlúth lem' chroí
Is é dúirt sí cá mbíonn tú id chónaí
As I roved out the plains to view
On a summer's morning early
Whom should I spy but a pretty fair maid
And she dressed up so neatly
Her cherry cheeks and ruby lips
Her eyes, they would dazzle the daisies
When I took this fair maid by the hand
She said, "Young man, go easy"
Mar is treabhdóir mise go fónta ar mo cheird
Is maith atá a fhios ag mo chomharsain
Is mo páirc riamh a threabhas féin
Gan mé bheith tinn ná leonta
Do bhainfinn féar in íochtar cnoic
Do dhéanfainn cruach nó stáicín
Do rincfinn ríl leat a stór mo chroí
Ar bhruach na Carraige Báine
I am a plowboy, the fields to sow
And that is well known to my neighbors
'Tis many's a field that I've plowed
And that without much labor
For I'll plow and sow, both reep and mow
And gather it into your garden
I'll sweep the floor and dance with you
On the banks of Carraige Báine
Do leathfainn fallaing duit a fhir óig
Mura mbeadh ann ach leithead cianóige
Dá mbeadh a fhios agam go mbeifeá liom
Gan dabht tú féin a b’fhearr liom
Gléasaidh suas a óigfhir léinn
Is gluais liom féin thar sáile
Is treabhfiamid na cuanta doimhne
O bhruach na Carraige Báine
I would spread my mantle for you, young man
If 'twas only the breadth of a farthing
If I thought your word was true as your mind
It's you of course I'd rather
Arise, arise, my laboring boy
And come with me in the morning
And we will plow the briny waves
Far away from Carraige Báine
