OK, I haven't time to do the lot, and my Irish is rusty, but I'll start this off and maybe some others will continue:

Do bhí bean uasal seal dá lua liom

(There was a fine lady once mentioned along with me)

Is do chuir sí suas dom, fairíor géar

(And she gave me up, alas, alas)

Is do ghabhas le stúrach na mallaí móra,

(And I went with (?stúrach?) of the great curses)


Is gur dhein sí cuach díom i lár an tsaoil.

(And she made a cuckold of me bfore the world)

Dá bhfaighinnse a ceann siúd faor áirse an teampaill

(If I were to get that one before the gracious ones of the church (?)

Is go mbeinnse arís ar m'ábhar féin

(And if I were again in command of myself)

Is anois ó táim tinn lag is ná fuil fáil ar leigheas agam,

(And now, as I am sick and weak, and and no hope of getting a cure,)

Is gan ach mo mhuintir ag gol im' dhéidh.

(And none but my family weeping after me.)

Heavens, but the poor chap is awful sorry for himself! Sounds like a typical excuse for an alcoholic to me.

If no one else takes it up, I'll take a run at the further verses, but people with Irish more liofa is flúirseach are probably ready to leap in now.