Ta mo chleamhnas deanta o athru areir S'ni mo na go dtaithnioonn an bhean liom fein Ach fagfaidh me i mo dhiaidh i 'gus imeoidh me liom fein Ar fud na gcoillte craobhach Shiuil mise thoir agus shiuil mise thiar. Shiuil mise Corcaigh 'gus sraide Bh'l'ath Cliath Ach samhail de mo chailin deas ni fhaca mise riamh. 'Si an bhean dubh a dhfhag mo chroi craite D'eirigh me ar maidin dha uair roimh an la 'gus fuair me litir o mo mhile ghra Chuala me an smoilin 's an londubh a ra Gur ealiagh mo ghra thar saile

My match it was made here last night To a girl I neither love nor like But I'll take my own advice And leave her behind And go roaming the wild woods all over. I walked up and I walked down. I walked Cork, and Dublin, and Belfast towns, But no equal to my true love could I find. She's the wee lass that's left my heart broken. I got up two hours before day And I got a letter from my true love. I heard the blackbird and linnet say That my love had crossed the ocean.

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