When I was drawn back to Carn Siáil,
For the annual fair and feast of the Great Mary
The storm happened from the west side of me
It is with longing that I took a taram in the road .
I think myself, oh, that my sense separated from me
As I was drinking or drinking,
It was seen to me that the bright sun was dark
By the side 'but it seems she was as beautiful as a rose.
Bless myself to the virgin
And ask others what was in my voice,
I asked him myself There was no man in Ireland
He would take his choice of me in the road.
He would ask me where my shirt was,
My booty, my life matter, and not even the shoes,
That she rarely saw a sack if dressed
On a man lying to a young girl. I gave you love
Don't put me in a situation to be without,
And you will find joy in white halls,
Under Spain take a turn to drink.
She asked me if it was like I used to
Be walking the platforms with little effort.
I said yes I didn't practice changing, But a beautiful wine and a glass on board. There's no place on the night of Fanad that I'm not in love with a woman or dô³,
Bean sna nna rosa tiar in Mónna Manrach,
On the side of Gleann Òtha to Múcais Mór,
Dís in Baoileach, dis in Baineach,
Bean in Òrain and along it Gaoth Dobhair,
Î Letterkenny to the summit of Gágin
And to Curraoin Manus along the road.