I'll have to listen to the midi and see if it goes with the words I have. I've recently been given about six songs to learn, for a presentation on the music collected by Philip(?) Bunting in the late 1600s. The songs were re-issued in the 18th or 19th century and boy, does it show.

This one is "from a literal translation of the original Irish, by Miss Balfour":

The moon calmly sleeps on the ocean,
And tinges each white bosom'd sail
The barque, scarcely conscious of motion
Glides slowly before the soft gale:
How vain are the charms they discover,
My heart from its sorrows to draw,
While mem'ry still carries me over,
To cailin beog chruite na mbo!

Ye billows, beneath me now swelling,
To you my hard fate I deplore,
Though far from my oak-shaded dwelling,
Ye bear me to some distant shore.
Though blood-thirsty pirates may sever
My frame from thy cot roof'd with straw,
This heart shall adore thee forever,
My cailin beog chruite na mbo!

Ye Breezes! around me that hover
The tale of my woes ye may learn,
And bear back the sighs of a lover,
Who never again shall return;
For next, when along the waves fading,
The last blush of evening shall glow
Those waves will my sorrows be shading,
My cailin beog chruite na mbo!