This below what CIC have of Ceaití an Chúil Chraobhaigh on a CD of Dara Bán's.

CEAITE AN CHÚIL CHRAOBHAIGH

"Á muise a Sheáin Bháin mo ghrá thú, cén taobh díomsa ina mbíonn tú,
Nó ar phós tú fós ar aon chor, nó ar mar sin a bhéas tú choíchin?"
"Níor phós mé fós ar ar aon chor is ar mo thaobh deas níor shín mé
Nó cén bhean beo in Éirinn atá do m'éileamh ins an tslí sin.

"Tuige nach n-aithníonn tú do mhéin Chríost, a ghrá gléigeal mo chroí thú?
Is gur mise Ceaite an Chúil Chraobhach a bhíodh á lua leat féin tamall?"
"Ó ní tú a stór ná ar aon chor mar níl tada dá gnaoi ort"
"Nó ar mar sin a d'fhág an t-éag mé ar nós gaoth is dath gréine?"

"Ach ó fuair mé greim in mo dhá láimh ort, a ghrá gléigeal mo chroí thú,
Ní scarfaidh mé arís leat go deo deo ná choíchin."
"Ná déan a stór ná ar aon chor mar ní leat luí liom
Ach mar a scalfadh lá gréine ar thaobh cnoic lá gaoithe.

"Ach tabhair do mhallacht do do mhátháir agus go buan buan do d'athair
Agus dá maireann beo in Éirinn de do ghaolta atá in d'aice
Nach dtug cead dúinn a chéile a phósadh, sulmár hardaíodh an bhratach
Is ní bheadh bainis do phósta ar do thórramh againn dá caitheamh.

"Is nuair a shíleann mo mhuintir mise a bheith in mo luí ar mo leaba
Nach ar do thumbasa a bhím sínte ó oíche go maidin
Ag déanamh doilís is ag déanamh buaireamh agus mo bhosa dá ngreadadh
I ndiaidh mo chailín deas stuama a bhíodh á lua liom féin tamall."

CEAITÍ AN CHÚIL CHRAOBHAIGH

"Fair Seán who is my love, where are you? Did you ever get married or will you always remain single?" "I never yet married nor lay on my right side and what woman in Ireland desires me in that fashion?"

"Why do you not recognise your desired, o bright love of my heart? I am Ceaití an Chúil Chraobhaigh whose name was being mentioned with yours for a while." "O you are not she at all, for you do not look like her." "Is that how death has left me, as if burned by wind and sun?"

"Since I have you in my arms, o bright love of my heart, I will never again leave you." "Do not dear for you will only ever lie with me as the sun lies on a hillside during a windy day."

"My curse on your mother and forever on your father and on all your relations extant in Ireland. If they had not prevented our marriage before the standard was raised, we would not have celebrated your wedding during your wake.

"While my family think that I am lying on my bed, I am stretched on your tomb from night until day. I grieve and mourn and my knead my hands for the loss of the fine girl whose name was being mentioned with mine for a while."