This is Donal O'Sullivan's version from 'Songs of the Irish.'

Nuair a théim ar aonach a' ceannach éadaigh
'S bíonn an éirnis agam im láimh,
Síneann taobh liom an buachaill caol dubh,
'S cuireann caol-chrobh isteach im láimh.
Is gearr'n-a dhéidh sin go mbím go h-aerach,
Gan puinn dem chéill 's mé os cionn an chláir,
A' díol na n-éileamh do bhíonn am chéasa,
Seacht mí gan léine's an fuacht am chrá.

'Sé an buachaill caol dubh fada, féileach,
Clisde, léigheanta, 's gur mhaith é a shnó,
Do chlaoidh i bpéin mé 's do mhill i n-éag mé,
Is d'fhág mé féinig ar beagán stóir.
Dhon Fhrainnc dá dtéinn, nó go cuan Binn Éadain,
No a' dul don léim sin go h-lnis Mór,
Bionn an séithleach im dhiaidh ar saothar,
Mara mbeinn féin uaidh ach uair de ló.

Do casadh Aoibhill na Craige Léith' orrainn,
A'gabháil na sli is do ghaibh liom baidh;
Is dúirt dá ngéillfeadh an buachaill caol dubh
Go dtúrfadh céad fear dó suas im áit.
Do labhair an caol-fhear go gonta géar lé,
Is dúirt ná tréigfeadh a charaid ghnáth,
Gur shiúil sé Éire tré choillte 's réitigh
Le cumann cléibh is le searc im dheuidh.


When I go to market to make a purchase
And grasp the earnest within my hand,
The dark slim laddie still seeks and searches
Till he slips beside me sedate and bland.
It's not long after my senseless laughter
Will reach the rafter and I'm left prone;
When I pay what's owing, e'en though it's snowing,
Quite bare I'm going, my money gone.

The dark slim laddie's aye open-handed,
So kind, so candid, witb features fine;
But he has left me in pain, bereft me
Of all my fortune, my sheep and kine.
If I took a notion to cross the ocean
His deep devotion would not despair;
Swift as a swallow my track he'd follow,
And on the morrow I'd find him there!

The Queen of Thomond met us while roaming
Along the roadway and told the lad
If he'd me abandon that she would grant him
A hundred topers to make him glad.
The slim boy answered in tones of banter
'Twas ne'er his fancy to lose a friend:
O'er hill, o'er hollow he'd always follow
A soak so mellow until the end!