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Buachaill on Eirne Lyrics

Celtic Thunder

I'm a boy from Lough Erne and I could charm a nice young girl
I would not ask for her wealth as I am rich enough myself
I own a good part of Cork, two sides of the glen in Tyrone
And not to repeat myself, I'm the heir of County Mayo

I will go tomorrow to make ale in the wood
Without a cot, without a boat, without a pinch of gruel with me
But leaves of the branches as bedclothes over my head
And think “well done” for you as you watch me from over there

A cowherd, my pet, I've never been accustomed to be
Instead of playing and drinking with the nice young women on the mountainside
If I lost my riches, I probably didn't lose my senses
And your kiss is no more to me now than a shoe worn for a year

My darling and my love, don't marry the grey old man
But marry a young man, my pet, if he only lives but a year
Or you will be without a descendant to succeed you
Who would shed their tears heavily at eve or at morn.

Who would shed their tears heavily at eve or at morn.