Corresponds to Verse 1 from Sigerson's "Poetry of Munster" edition.

A hundred farewells to last night;
It is my grief that it was not tonight that was first.
A sprightly "bohaleen" that would coax me a while on his knee.
I would tell you a tale myself
If it were possible you could keep a secret for me,
That my love is forsaking me,
Oh! bright God and oh, Mary, is it not the pity!

translator: Douglas Hyde
page 25, "Love Songs of Connacht
London: T. Fisher Unwin, 1893