chinn duibh dhílis dhílis dhílis
Cuir do lámh mhín gheal tharam anall
bhéinlín meala, 'bhfuil boladh na tíme air
Is duine gan chroí nach dtabharfadh duit grá
 
Tá cailín' ar an mbaile seo'ar buile 's ar buaireamh
Ag tarraingt a [bad word] 'sá ligean le gaoith
Ar mo shonsa, an scafaire is fearr ins na tuatha
Ach do thréigfinn an méid sin ar rún dil mo chroí
 
Is cuir do cheann dílis dílis dílis
Cuir do cheann dílis tharam anall
bhéinlín meala, 'bhfuil boladh na tíme air
Is duine gan chroí nach dtabharfadh duit grá
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My sweet, sweet, sweet dark-haired love
Put your pale, soft hand around me now
Mouth of honey that has the smell of thyme
It is a heartless man that would not love you
 
The girls of this town are furious
Pulling their hair and letting it blow in the wind
For me, the best man in the countryside
But I would dump them all for my heart's love
 
Lay your sweet, sweet, sweet head
Lay your sweet head on me
Mouth of honey that has the smell of thyme
It is a heartless man that would not love you