PEIGÍ LEITIR MÓIR

O goirim goirim í
Agus goirim í go deo
Míle ghrá le m'anam í
Sí Peigí Leitir Móir.

O éirigh suas a eigí
'gus seas ar bhárr an áird
Comhair do chuid bullán
Agus féach a bhfuil siad ann.

Tá Bríd agam tá Cáit agam
's í Peig an bean is fearr
Pé an fear a gheobhas í
Nach air a bhéas an t-ádh.

Chuir mé scéal aniar cúichí
Go gceannóin dí bád mór
'S é 'n scéal a cuir sí arais chugham
Go ndéan' sí leathbhád seoil.

Tá iascairí na Gaillimhe
Ag teacht aniar le chóir
Le solas gealaí gile
Féach go bhfeicidís an tseoid.

(Tá Micil Johnny Tomáis
Ar barr an chnocháin mhóir
Ag súil leis an ainnir
To bfaighfheadh sé cúpla póg.)

(Is ó goirim goirim í
Agus goirim í mo stór
Míle ghrá le manam í
Is gearr go mbeidh sí mór.)

PEGGY LETTERMORE

Oh I call her, call her my sweetheart;
1000 loves to her my Peggy of Lettermore.
(Last - Soon she'll be big).

Oh arise, my Peggy, and stand on the brow of the hill;
Count your bullocks and see if they are (all) there.

I have Brigid; I have Kate (but) Peggy is the best woman;
Whichever man gets her, it's he will be the lucky one.

I sent news to her that I would buy her a big boat;
She sent word back to me that she would make a suit of sails.

The fishermen of Galway are coming east under a fair wind
With bright, white lights so that they may see the jewel.

Michael Johnny Thomas is on top of the big hill
Looking at the haggard in the hope of getting a couple of kisses.