This is Griogair Labhruidh/Doimnic Mac Giolla Bhríde; Guaillibh a' Chéile album from 2010 :)

This is Connemara version, qite long


An dtiocfá ag baint an aitinn liom, a Mhailí Ní Mhaoileoin?
Ã", tiofad is dhá cheangal leat, a chuid den tsaol is mo stór,
Ã"rú, rachainn chun an Aifrinn leat, is ní le grá don anam é
Ach mar shúil is go mbeinn ag amharc ar do chúillín catach bán

Would you come to cut the gorse with me, Molly Malone
I will, and help you bind it too, share of my life and my store,
I'd go to Mass with you and not for the love of my soul,
But with hope that I could sit and watch your curly fair hair.

Is an dtiocfá chun na coille chraobhaigh liom, a Mhailí Ní Mhaoileoin?
Is céard a bheadh muid a dhéanamh ann, mo chuid den tsaol is a stór?
Ag baint daraí de bharra craobha ann is ag imirt lena chéile
Is a rince ar thaltaí féarmhar' nó go n-éiríodh an lá bán

And would you come to the woods with me, Molly Malone?
And what would we do there, my share of life and my treasure?
We'd cut oaks from the branches and make fun together
And dance on grassy lands until the daylight dawn.

Is an dtiocfá ar chúl an teampaill liom, a Mhailí Ní Mhaoileoin?
Is dá dtiocfainn ar chúl an teampaill leat, céard a bheadh á dhéanamh againn ann?
Ag éisteacht leis an dántaireacht ag ministrí Gallda,
Is go socaíodh muid an cleamhnas úd, le Mhailí Ní Mhaoileoin.

Would you come behind the temple with me, Molly Malone?
And if I went behind the temple, what would we be doing there?
Listening to the chanting of foreign ministers,
So we might settle the marriage, with Molly Malone.

Is thug mé liom ar chúl an teampaill í, mo chúig mhíle brón,
Is nár shíl sí gur le gean uirthi, sí mo chuid den tsaol is mo stór,
Nuair a d'ísligh mise síos uirthi, agus lig mé fuil croí léi
Is nuair a tharraing mé mo scian uirthi ó lascaí a cuid bróg

And I took her behind the temple, my five thousand woes
Ans she thought it was from love for her, my store and my treasure trove,
When I came down on her, I drew the blood from her heart
As I drew my knife on her, from the welts of her shoes.

Is tháinig Mailí-Bhán ar cuairt agam trí huaire roimhe'n lae
Agus leag sí a béal anuas orm is ba fuaire é ná an bás
An in do chodladh atá tú, a bhuachaill, is mithid duitse gluaíseacht?
Tá an tóir seo ag teacht anuas ort faoi bhás Mhailí Ní Mhaoileoin.

And fair Molly came to visit me, three hours from the dawn
When she pressed her lips down on me, colder than death;
Are you sleeping, my boy, it's time you were on the move,
The hunt is closing in on you, for the death of Molly Malone.

Is caidé mar atá do mháithrín, a ógánaigh óig?
Ã"ru, tá sí buartha cráite agus beidh lena ló
Ní hé sin féin is cás di ach an buachaillín ciúin mánla
A bheith ag dul faoin chroch amárach faoi bhás Mhailí Ní Mhaoileoin.

And how is your mother, my young fellow
She is worried sick and will be with the day,
It's not that which worries her, but the quiet polite boy
Who will go to the gallows tomorrow, for the death of Molly Malone.