Clannad
Macalla
An Erne Shepherd
A shepherd from Ireland me/'s bhe/as faoi fe/in caili/n deas o/g,
Ni/ yarrr fain bo/ spre/ le/ ithe ta/ me/ he/in rich enough,
's liom cork 'a/ me/id e/ da/ side of his valley and land of choice,
's mur na thiai/ me/ n' t'oiðr' ar conthae maigeo.
Herding bo/, my leo, I never used,
But playing and drinking with ho/gmhna/ nice fa/ mountain,
If/ I lost/ my sto/r ni/ do/' that I/ lost my sense,
A's ni/ mo/ liom do po/g na/ 'n bro/ g ata/ 'n wear for a year.
His pulse and sto/r na/ po/s the old gray man,
But po/s the own o/g, my leo, muir' maine it/ but a year,
You/ will be/ go under/ oill gan o/ or/ a son above him,
To shed tears during/ year/ or/ in the morning heavily.< br/>Translation
I am a boy from ireland and i'd coax a nice young girl,
I wouldn't ask for a dowry with her, i'm rich enough myself,
I own cork, big as it is both sides of the glen and tyrone,
And if i don't change my ways i'll be the heir for county mayo.
Cow herding, my leo, i did not never practice,
But playing and drinking with new young women by the mountain.
If i lost my wealth and i don't think i lost my sense,
And your kiss is no more to me than a show worn for a year.
My love and treasure, don't marry the old gray man,
But marry a young man, my leo, even though he lives but a year,
Or you'll still be without a daughter or son above you,
Crying in the afternoon or in the morning hard.