Ar Bhruach Na Carraige Baine

As I rode out to view the flowers

Being in the morning early

A pretty fair maid I chanced to spy

Her flowers, they grew most neatly

Her cherry cheeks, her ruby lips

Her eyes would tickle a daisy

I took this fair maid by the hand

She said, Young man, go easy

I'm a ploughboy, my seeds to grow

And that's well known to my neighbours

And many's the field I've ploughed indeed

And that's without much labour

I'll plough, I'll sow, I'll reap, I'll mow

I'll gather it into the barn

I'll play a reel and I'll dance with you

On the banks of Carraige Báine

B'fhearr liom fhéin ná Éire mhóir

'S ná saibhreas Rí na Spáinne

Mise 'gus tusa a chúilfhionn óig

Seal ag ól ár sláinte

Me agus tú bheith pósta araon

Le haontoile athair is is máthair

'S a mhaighdean óig is milse póig

Ar bhruach na Carraige Báine

I'll spread my mantle for you, young man

If it weren't the breadth of a farthing

If I thought your mind was as good as your word

You know 'tis you I would rather

For want of any company

You need not go no further

But rise me up to the top of the hill

And show me the Carraige Báine