mna na heireann

ta bean in eireann a phronnfadh sead damh is mo shaith le n-ol

is ta bean in eireann is ba bhinne leithe mo rafla ceoil

no seinm thead; ata bean in eirinn is niorbh fhearr lei beo

mise ag leimnigh no leagtha i gcre is mo tharr faoi fhod

ta bean in eireann a bheadh ag ead liom mur bhfaighfinn ach pog

o bhean ar aonach

nach ait an sceala

is mo dhaimh fein leo;

ta bean ab fhearr liom no cath is cead dhiobh nach bhfagham go deo

is ta cailin speiriuil ag fear gan bhearla

dubhghranna croin. ta bean a dearfadh da siulann leithe go bhfaighinn an t-or

is ta bean 'na leine is is fearr a mein no na tainte bo

le bean a bhuairfeadh baile an mhaoir is clar thir eoghain

is ni fhaicim leigheas ar mo ghalar fein ach scaird a dh'ol. there's a woman in ireland who'd give me a gem and my fill to drink

there's a woman in ireland to whom my singing is sweeter than the music of strings

there's a woman in ireland who would much prefer me leaping

than laid in the clay and my belly under the sod

there's a woman in ireland who'd envy me if i got naught but a kiss

from a woman at a fair

isn't it strange

and the love i have for them

there's a woman i'd prefer to a battalion

and a hundred of them whom i will never get

and an ugly

swarthy man with no english has a beautiful girl

there's a woman who would say that if i walked with her i'd get the gold

and there's the woman of the shirt whose mien is better than herds of cows

with a woman who would deafen baile an mhaoir and the plain of tyrone

and i see no cure for my disease but to give up the drink