A while back Frank Harte heard me singing this song when he was guest singer at our local singer's session. He said there was one more verse to the version I sang. He said he'd e-mail it to me. I'll post his reply.
Barry
Dear Barry,
Well you wrote to me on 13 august 1999 and it is only now that i am getting around to replying to your query on the Red haired Man's wife. to make up for the long delay I am sending you three different versions of te song. The first is the original Irish version with a literal translation, I always find this interesting if only to see how the version I sing differs from the original. The second is the version that I sing and the third is more of a poetic translation by Katherine Tynan.
It is a song I particularly like, I hope you will think that the delay was maybe worthwhile.

Slan............Frank

BEAN AN FIR RUA.
A bhruinneal gan sma/l, a bhfuil na dealreacha deas i do gruath
Fan oganach bhan ata craite fad i do dhiadh
Ni/ cheilimse ar aon neach cen fath a bhfuil ormsa gruaim
In anneoin braithre 's cleire 's i gra mo chroi bean an fhir rua

Flawless maiden with the nice colors in your cheeks
A wandering fair youth has long been tormented after you
I don't hide from anyone why I'm sorrowful
In spite of friars and clergy, the love of my heart is the wife of the red haired man

O rachaidh me sios seal miosa no coicis ar cuairt
'S ni fhillfidh me aris no go sintear mo chaolchorp san uaigh
Oro, dochtuiri an tsaol ni leighasfadh siad mise on uaigh
Ach an t-aon amharc amhain a fhail ar bean an fhir rua

O I'll go down {away, I guess} for a month or a fortnight on a visit
And I won't return again until my body is stretched in the grave
Oh, all the doctors in the world wouldn't cure {save} me from the grave
But only one glimpse at the wife of the red haired man]

Da chuirfi me sios i bpriosun dubh dorcha cruaidh
'S na boltai ar mo chaolchorp 's na mi/te glas as sin suas
O d'eireodh na ruacladh  mar a d'eireoidh na h-eala on cuan
Ach an aon phog amhain a fhail o bean an fhir rua

If you put me in a black dark harsh prison
With chains on my body and thousands of locks
Oh I'd rise from the cell like a swan rises from the bay
If I got only one kiss from the wife of the red-haired man

Ta crann ins an garrai a bha/sann air an blath bui
'S nuair a luifidh me mo laimh ann is laidir nach scoilteann mo chroi
Chan iarrfainnse aon achaini ar an Ard-Ri na bhFleaitheas anuas
Ach an aon phog amhain, 's i a fhail o/bean an fhir rua

There's a tree in the garden on which grows a yellow flower
And when I lay my hand on it, it's a wonder my heart doesn't break
I would not ask any favor of the king of heaven above
Except one kiss, and it to come from the wife of the red-haired man.

RED HAIRED MAN'S WIFE. 1.

Ye muses divine, combine and lend me your aid,
Till I pen these few lines, for I find that my heart is betrayed,
By a damsel so fair, who was dear to me as my life,
But from me she has flown, ad is known as, the red haired man's wife.

A letter I will send, by a friend, down to the seashore,
Just to let her understand, I am the man that does her adore,
And if she would but leave that salve forever I'd forfeit my life,
She would live like a lady and ne'er be the red haired man's wife.

Ah remember the day that I gave unto you my true heart,
When you solemnly swore, that no we ever would part,
But your mind is like the ocean, each notion has taken its flight,
And left me bewailing the loss of the red haired man's wife.

I straight took my way, next day, by a shady green grove,
And crossed purling streams where the wild birds mostly do rove,
And from there I was conveyed to where nature does boast of her pride,
Where I stood all amazed, and I gazed, on the red haired man's wife.

I offered a favour and sealed it all with my own hand,
But she answered and said would you lead me to break the command?
Therefore take it easy, since nature has caused so much strife,
I was given away, and must stay as the red haired mans wife.

My darling sweet Phoenix 'tis along with me you should roam,
For the patriarch David had a number of wives 'tis well known,
So yield to my embraces and thus put an end to all strife,
For if not I'll run crazy, if I can't gain the red haired man's wife.

May my life never end nor my yearning for passion abate,
Until I and my darling lie as one 'neath the pleasant tree's shade,
With no one to be near us, save the blackbird in the green tree alone,
And the red headed man in his grave, with his head 'neath a stone.

RED  HAIRED MAN'S WIFE. 2.

Though full as 'twill hold of gold the harvest has smiled,
I'll ne'er have relief from grief for that fond grey-eyed child,
Whom kindred most cruel, poor jewel, into loveless wedded life,
With anguish be it told, have sold to be the Red Haired Man's wife.

That fond valentine of mine a letter I sent,
That I'd soon sail with store galore to wed her ere Lent,
Her friends stole the note I wrote, and far worse than with knife,
Have slain my bright pearl for a churl: she's the Red Haired Man's wife.

Oh, child and sweetheart, their art had you but withstood,
Till I come home o'er the foam for our great joy and good,
I had not now to go under woe o'er the salt sea's strife,
A wanderer to France from the glance of the Red Haired Man's wife.