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Caide Sin Do'n Te Sin
(What is That to Anyone)

Chuaigh me chun aonaigh is dhiol me mo bho
Ar chuig phunta airgid is ar ghini bhui oir
Ma olaim an t-airgead is ma bhronnaim an t-or
O caide sin do'n te sin nach mbaineann sin do
Ma olaim an t-airgead is ma bhronnaim an t-or
O caide sin do'n te sin nach mbaineann sin do


Ma theim na choille chraobhaigh cruinniu smeara no cno
A bhaint ullai de gheaga no a bhuachailleacht bo
Ma shinim seal uaire faoi chrann a deanamh so
O caide sin do'n te sin nach mbaineann sin do
Ma shinim seal uaire faoi chrann a dheanamn so
O caide sin do'n te sin nach mbaineann sin do

Ma theimse chuig airneal is rince is sport
Chuig aonach is rasai's gach cruinniu den tsort
Ma chim daoine sugach is ma bhim sugach leo
O caide sin do'n te sin nach mbaineann sin do
Ma chim daoine sugach is ma bhim sugach leo
O caide sin do'n te sin nach mbaineann sin do


Deir daoine go bhfuil me gan rath's gan doigh
Gan earra gan eadach gan bolacht na stor
Ma ta mise sasta mo chonai i gcro
O caide sin do'n te sin nach mbaineann sin do
Ma ta mise sasta mo chonai i gcro
O caide sin do'n te sin nach mbaineann sin do

(та же песня в английском варианте):

I went to the fair and sold my cow
For five pounds of silver and a yellow guinea of gold
If I drink the silver and if I give away the gold
O what is that to anyone else.
If I drink the silver and if I give away the gold
O what is that to anyone else.

If I go to the leafy woods gathering berries or chestnuts,
Plucking apples from branches or herding cows,
If I stretch out for a while beneath a tree relaxing,
O what is that to anyone else.
If I stretch out for a while beneath a tree relaxing,
O what is that to anyone else.

If I go for a night-visit and for dancing and sport,
To fairs and races and every gathering of that sort,
If I see happy people and if I'm happy with them,
O what is that to anyone else.
If I see happy people and if I'm happy with them,
O what is that to anyone else.

People say I'm without riches no doubt,
Without goods or clothes or cattle or stock,
If I a happy living in a hovel,
O what is that to anyone else.
If I a happy living in a hovel,
O what is that to anyone else


Siuil A Ruin

I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill,
And every tear would turn a mill,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

(phoenetic Gaelic)
Shule, shule, shule aroon,
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go dheen durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.

I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel,
I'll sell my only spinning wheel,
To buy my love a sword of steel
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red,
And 'round the world I'll beg my bread,
Until my parents shall wish me dead,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
I wish I had my heart again,
And vainly think I'd not complain,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
But now my love has gone to France,
To try his fortune to advance;
If he e'er come back, 'tis but a chance,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.


Ride On

You ride the finest horse I've ever seen.
Standing sixteen, one or two, eyes wild and green.
You ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch.
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to.

Ride on , see you.
I could never go with you
no matter how I wanted to.

When you ride into the night, without a trace behind.
Run your claw along my gut, one last time.
I turn to face an empty space where you used to lie.
And look for the spark that lights the night through the teardrop in my eye.
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