Seo duit, as Béarla (Here ya go, in English):

SUSAN O'DWYER

I set out one morning for market
Buying and selling as my people did before me
I got thirsty on the way and sat down to drink
And with Susan O'Dwyer I drank the price of the boots

Susan O'Dwyer do you care if I'm ill?
Sorrow and ruin be upon me if I wish you to be in a graveyard
My grief and troubles rain down on you
But you can stay in Irras until the tribe of Eve comes to the fore

Susan O'Dwyer, you're the beginning and the end of my story
From the women of the world she took the prize
With brightness and fairness, goodness and almost perfect beauty
And I'm the sad case to leaving her tomorrow

My true love is over in Irras
The young sweet thing that refused to marry me yesterday
Tell her from me if I give her a kiss
That I would give her more if they'd send me a dowry with her

"Tell him from me for certain I won't marry him
For I heard that he wanted me with a dowry
Since I don't have wealth or much of a fortune
Let him have whoever he wishes and I'll be about my own business"