CAILIN NA GRUAIGE DOINNE.

Ar bhantaibh an tSroil sea d'fhagas mo stor,
'S a maithrin ag gleo gan dabht lei.
'Dtaobh gra-thabhairt dom short sa d'fhanai gan treoir,
Gan cairne bui oir I bcabhair dom.
'Si an bhab mhiochair modhail 'chuir blath ar mo sceol,
S' is paiste bhi og gan dabht I.
'S nach brea deas mo short ag geait seail ar bord,
Le cailin na gruai-ge doinne.

Is neosfad mo stair dom mhuintir ar fad,
Ce cloite go lag gan mheabhair me,
Ag smaoineamh 'S ag brath 's ag tnuth len i theacht
Gach oiche 'gus maidin Domhnaigh.
Rince go pras, aoibhneas na cleas,
Ni smaoinim le heaspa meabhrach,
Ach mo croi istigh a shlad le dian-diog-rais searc,
Do cailin na gruaige dionne.

Is treithlag a bhim gan einne dem bhuoin
Ag deanamh aon suim' sa domhan diom,
'S is baolach da dhroim go n-eagfad gan mhoill,
Am eigin ar dith mo mheabhrach,
Le saorghuth a cinn go leimid anios,
Na heisc as an linn ag leabhaireach,
Is da bhreathacht sin mar ni, shasodh mo chroi,
Gan cailin na gruaige doinne.

I got the words above from Brendan Begley who is a brother of Seosaimhín Ní Bheaghlaoich... I think that Brendan sings it on his last recording.

Frank Harte.

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 10-Jun-02.