Intro: F-Em-F-C-F-C-Dm-G

 

Agus (C)rinne mise (G7)cleas ag (C)Tigh Mhic (F)Ui (C)Dhomhnaill a(Dm)ré(G)ir

Is an (C)tarna (G)cleas ag (C)teach an (Em)Ósta (Dm)lena (C)thaobh

An (F)triú (Em)cleas ní (F)bfhearr (C)domh a (F)chur le (C)mo (Dm)scé(G)al

Is (C)gur mhinicí (G7)domh bheith (C)ag caith(Em)eamh an (Dm)dúthracht mhaith (C)léi

             

'S a (C)Rí na (G7)bhfeart cad do (C)chas Ins a' (F)dú(C)iche seo (Dm)mé(G)?

'S gur (C)mó cailín (G)deas a (C)gheobhainn im' (Em)dhút(Dm)haigín beag (C)féin

Gur (F)casadh mé is(Em)teach mar a raibh (F)se(C)arc agus (F)rún (C)geal mo (Dm)chlé(G)ibh

Is (C)chuir an tsean(G7)bhean amach (C)mé ag (Em)casadh an (Dm)tsúgáinín (C)féir

             

Curfá:

Má (C)bhíonn tú (G7)liom, bí (C)liom a (F)stói(C)rín mo (Dm)chroí(G)

Ma (C)bhíonn tú (G)liom, bí (C)liom os (Em)co(Dm)mhair an (C)tsaoil

Ma (F)bhíonn tú (Em)liom, bí (F)lio(C)m gach o(F)rlach (C)de do (Dm)chroí(G)

Is é mo (C)liom go (G7)fann nach (C)liom dé (Em)Domhnaigh (Dm)thú mar (C)mhnaoí

             

Tá mo (C)cheannsa (G7)liath le (C)bliain is (F)ní le (C)críonnacht (Dm)é(G)

Ní (C)bheathaíonn na (G)briathra, na (C)bráithre (Em)pé sa (Dm)domhan scéal (C)é

Is (F)táim i (Em)do dhiaidh le (F)blia(C)in is (F)gan fáil (C)agam ort (Dm)féin(G)

Is (C)gur geall le (G7)fia mé (C)ar go mbeadh (Em)gáir chon (Dm)ina (C)dhéidh

 

Curfá

             

Do (C)threabfainn, (G7)d'fhuirsinn (C)chuirfinn (F)síol (C)ins a' (Dm)chré(G)

'S do (C)dhéanfainn o(G)bair sho(C)cair á(Em)lainn, (Dm)mhín, (C)réidh

Do (F)chuirfinn (Em)crú fén (F)e(C)ach is (F)mire shiúil (C)riamh ar (Dm)féa(G)r

Is ná (C)héalaodh (G7)bean le (C)fear ná (Em)déan(Dm)fadh san (C)féin

 

Curfá 2x

 

English Translation:

I did a trick in O’Domhnall's house last night

And a second trick at the holstelry next door

I'd prefer not to add the third trick to my story

And I often spent a good __ with her

             

Oh God Almighty, what drove me to this district?

When it's many a fine lass I'd find in my own townland

I called into the house of my own true love

And the old woman put me twisting rope 'til I was outside the door

             

Chorus:

If you'll be mine, be mine oh treasure of my heart

If you'll be mine, be mine before the whole world

If you'll be mine, be mine every inch of your heart

Alas that you're not my wife this Sunday

             

My head is gray and it's not from old age

Fair words butter no parships anyway

I'm after you now for a year and it's useless

And I'm like a deer on the moor and the hounds are yelping after me

 

I'd plow, I'd toil, I'd sow seed in the clay

And I'd do a steady job, beautiful, smooth and even

I'd shoe the maddest horse ever to walk on grass

And the woman still wouldn't elope with a man who’d do that