Buachaill An Éirne - Remastered

Buachaill o/n e/ireann me/'s bhe/as faoi fe/in caili/n deas o/g,
 Ni/ iarr fain bo/ spre/ le/ithe ta/ me/ fe/in saibhir go leor,
 's liom corcaigh 'a/ mhe/id e/ dha/ thaobh a ghleanna 's tir roghain,
 's mur na thiai/ me/ n' t-oidhr' ar chonthae mhaigeo.
 Buachaileacht bo/, mo leo, nar chleacht mise ariamh,
 Ach ag imirt 's ag 'ol 'le ho/gmhna/ deasa fa/ shliabh,
 Ma/ chaill me/ mo sto/r ni/ do/' gur chaill me/ mo chiall,
 A's ni/ mo/ liom do pho/g na/ 'n bhro/g ata/ 'n caitheamh le bliain.
 A chuisle 's a sto/r na/ po/s an sean duine liath,
 Ach po/s a' fein o/g, mo leo, muir' maine se/ ach bliain,
 No/ beidh tu/ go fo/oill gan o/ no/ mac os da chionn,
 A shilleadh an deor tra/thno/na no/ 'n maidin go trom.
 Translation
 I am a boy from ireland and I'd coax a nice young girl,
 I wouldn't ask for a dowry with her, I'm rich enough myself,
 I own cork, big as it is both sides of the glen and tyrone,
 And if I don't change my ways I'll be the heir for county mayo.
 Cow herding, my leo, I did not never practice,
 But playing and drinking with new young women by the mountain.
 If I lost my wealth and I don't think I lost my sense,
 And your kiss is no more to me than a show worn for a year.
 My love and treasure, don't marry the old grey man,
 But marry a young man, my leo, even though he lives but a year,
 Or you'll still be without a daughter or son above you,
 Crying in the afternoon or in the morning hard.