An bhfaca tú an chúilfhionn 's í ag siúl ar na bóithre Maidin gheal drúchta 's gan smúit ar a bróga? Is iomaí ógánach súilghlass ag tnúth lena pósadh Ach ní bhfaigheann siad mo rúnsa .....ar an gcuntas is dóigh leo.   An bhfaca tú mo spéirbhean lá breá is í ina haonar A cúl dualach drisleanach go slinneán síos léi? Mil ar an ógbhean is rós breá ina héadan 'S is dóigh le gach spreasán gur leannán leis féin í.   An bhfaca tú mo bhábán 's í taobh leis an toinn Fáinní óir ar a méara sí ag réiteach a cinn? 'Sé dúirt an Paorach a bhí ina mhaor ar an loing Go mb'fhearr leis aige féin í ná Éire gan roinn.

Have you seen my fair-haired girl walking the roads A bright dewy morning without a smudge on her shoes? There is many a young man envious and longing to marry her But they won't get my treasure .....no matter what they think.   Have you seen my beautiful woman, a fine day and she is alone Her hair curling and twining, hanging down about her shoulders? Sweet young woman with the rosy blush on her brow And every worthless man hopes she will be his lover.   Have you seen my maid beside the sea Gold rings on her fingers she is making up her mind? Mr. Power, who is the master of a ship, said He would prefer to have her than the whole of Ireland.

Followed by two unverified versions

The Coolin

Oh, the hours I have passed in the arms of my dear

Can never be thought of but with a sad tear;

Oh, forbear then, forbear then, to mention her name,

It recalls to my mem'ry the cause of my pain.

How often to love me she fondly has sworn,

And, when parted from me, would ne'er cease to mourn,

All hardhips for me she would cheerfully bear,

And, at night, on my bosom forget all her care.

To some distant climate together we'll roam,

And forget all the misery we met at home.

Fate, now be propitious, and grant me thine aid,

Oh, give me my Coolin, and I am repaid

an bhfaca tú an chúilfhionn is í taobh leis an toinn

féinní óir ar a méaraibh is í ag réiteach a cinn?

Is é dúirt an Paorach a bhí ina mhaor ar an loing

go mb'fhearr leis aige féin í n· …ire gan roinn.

An bhfaca tá an spéirbhean is í ag siúl ar na bóithre

maidin gheal drochta is gan sméit ar a bróga?

Is iomaí ógnach súilghlas ag tnáth lena pósadh

ach ní bhfaighidh siad mo rúnsa ar an gcuntas is dóigh leo.

An bhfaca tú mo bhean breá is í ina h-aonar

a cúl dualach drisleánach go slinneán síos léi?

Mil ar an ógbhean is ris breá ina héadan

is is doigh le gach spreasan gur leannan leis féin í.

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