WHEN YOU GO TO THE FAIR/MA THEID TU 'UN AONAIGH
(traditional)
(from Folksongs of Britain and Ireland - Kennedy)

When you go to the fair, Take your sheep with you, along with her wool and her lamb
If you're single have your sweetheart too, in the forefront of the van
Be always pleasant and jolly, for that you will get praise
For it's not the riches that matter most, dont think alongs those ways

O darling one, though dearer to you is some other man than me
You're the only one I treasure out of all the girls I've seen
I fell for you completely when I was weak and young
Don't heed those people praising you unless it's from my tongue

Next spring I'll buy some farmland and for myself a house I'll build
My parents they'll be praising me for being so very skilled
Praise all the girls in all the world and I will have my choice
It's not her riches that I crave, but her looks and mindful voice

O my true love, O my true love, at night where do you rest?
O can't you see the arrows that come piercing through my breast?
I'm troubled now in every way and the rain makes me depressed
And I'm listening to the woodland birds as they fly back to their nests

the notes say this is also known as "Dá mBéadh Lán Na Páirce Báin Agam"

Gaelic and tune to follow