Buachaillin Donn (Brown-haired Boy) Recording by Eleanor Shanley Album: Forever Young (2015) A song portraying a young girl’s love for a hand-some boy, to the disapproval of her father. She states it’s inevitable that she will be with her buachaillín donn. My true love he dwells on the mountain Like a war eagle fearless and free By the side of a low tuning fountain That wanders through wild Annalae His soul has more valour and honour Than a king with a palace and crown For the blood of the race of O’Connor Fills the veins of my ‘Buachaillín Donn’ Soft ‘Céad Míle Fáilte’ I’ll give him When he comes every Sunday to me And sure what can I do but believe him When he whispers ‘A Chuisle Mo Chroí’ For his look is so truthful and tender From his bright roving eyes of dark brown That I’m sure any lady of splendour Could be coaxed by my ‘Buachaillín Donn’ My father has riches in plenty And suitors for me in his eye Ah but let my age come to twenty And it’s I’ll give them all the good bye I long for a home on the mountain Far away from the dust of the town With the music of a low tuning fountain In the arms of my ‘Buachaillín Donn .
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