Get up on your feet
If you don't want to sit down
Open the door
And let me go
There's a bottle of butter nearby
It will be drink to your wife tonight
I hope you don't reject me
When I go out in the morning
And I look back
I look at home
What I have to take there
The tears fall
My tears fall down
And he does a thousand sighs
It's like with longing
In the valleys of the lonely forest
I am weak because I am not
à Sunday to Sunday
I am fighting my life
I am waiting every evening
Whether I walk by or come home
There is no one in the world
Which would come and take my heart
My dear first look
Don't you forsake me forever
Am I not your god every single day
Fa malad na ard?
You are the wheat of Irish women
You are the pearl that is hard to find
I swear my mouth does not lie
That I am with you in love
raise your feet
If you don't want to sit down
Open the door
And let me go
There's a bottle of butter nearby
There will be a drink for the wife of the house
And I hope I don't refuse
You see me for your evening