MMario:
Here's a translation of your version, more or less:

IN AIMSIR BHAINT AN FÉIR
IN HAY LIFTING TIME

Thíos ag cois na farraige bhí theach ag mo mhuintir féin
Down beside the ocean my own people had a house

Mo mhamaí is mo dheaidí is mo chairde 'lig 'en saol
My mother and my father and all my friends in the world
CHO:
Guígí ar bhur bpaidrín gach oíche ag gabháil chún na leapa daoibh
In ndúil go mbeinn sa bhaile agaibh in aimsir bhaint an féir
Ask in your prayers each night as you are going to bed
I ndúíl go mbeinn sa bhaile agabh in aimsir bhaint an féir

A chailíní, a chailíní, nach trua libh mo scéal,
Girls, girls, isn't my story a pity?
Tá mise ag gabháil thar farraige is gan cead philleadh 'e choíche
I am going across the ocean without permission ever to return
CHO:

Rachaidh mé go h-Albain is ní phillfidh mé go héag
I'm going to Scotland and I won't return until I die
Tiocfaidh mé chun bhaile agus beidh mé brúite tinn
I will come to the town and I will be worn out sick

CHO:

That's it, more or less.

Brían.