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Agus rinne mise cleas ag Tigh Mhic Ui Dhomhnaill aréir
Is an tarnacleas ag teach an Ósta lena thaobh
An triú cleas ní bfhearr domh a chur le mo scéal
Is gur mhinicí domh bheith ag caitheamh an dúthracht mhaith léi

'S a Rí na bhfeart cad do chas Ins a' dúiche seo mé?
'S gur mó cailín deas a gheobhainn im' dhúthaigín beag féin
Gur casadh mé isteach mar a raibh searc agus rún geal mo chléibh
Is chuir an tseanbhean amach mé ag casadh an tsúgáinín féir

Curfá:
Má bhíonn tú liom, bí liom a stóirín mo chroí
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom os comhair an tsaoil
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom gach orlach de do chroí
Is é mo liom go fann nach liom dé Domhnaigh thú mar mhnaoí

Tá mo cheannsa liath le bliain is ní le críonnacht é
Ní bheathaíonn na briathra, na bráithre pé sa domhan scéal é
Is táim i do dhiaidh le bliain is gan fáil agam ort féin
Is gur geall le fia mé ar go mbeadh gáir chon ina dhéidh

Curfá
Má bhíonn tú liom, bí liom a stóirín mo chroí
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom os comhair an tsaoil
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom gach orlach de do chroí
Is é mo liom go fann nach liom dé Domhnaigh thú mar mhnaoí

Do threabfainn, d'fhuirsinn chuirfinn síol ins a' chré
'S do dhéanfainn obair shocair álainn, mhín, réidh
Do chuirfinn crú fén each is mire shiúil riamh ar féar
Is ná héalaodh bean le fear ná déanfadh san féin

Curfá 2x
Má bhíonn tú liom, bí liom a stóirín mo chroí
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom os comhair an tsaoil
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom gach orlach de do chroí
Is é mo liom go fann nach liom dé Domhnaigh thú mar mhnaoí

Má bhíonn tú liom, bí liom a stóirín mo chroí
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom os comhair an tsaoil
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom gach orlach de do chroí
Is é mo liom go fann nach liom dé Domhnaigh thú mar mhnaoí


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

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

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

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

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