Capercaillie
Nadurra
Hoireann O
Early I arose
I went out by the glen of branches
I came back by the glen of the flocks
I found the brown-haired girl still in bed
I folded her in my own plaid
And vowed that she needed fear no harm
That I would give her to her own mother
How distressed I was, my love
But if I come back from Ireland
What presents you will get.
I got up early today
I went out to the valley of the giggles
I went into the valley of the explosion
I found a brown girl who didn't get up
I licked in my own eyes
and I swore that she would not be afraid I will return from Ireland
It's you love who will get the gift