Nach doiligh domhsa mo chailín a mholadh,
 Ní hé amháin mar bhí [bad word] 
 Bhí sí mar gha gréine ag dul in éadan na ngloiní,
 Is bhí scéimh mhná na Finne le mo [bad word] 

Curfá:
 Thug mé lion í ó bhaile go baile,
 Ó Gheaftaí Dhoire go Baile Átha Luain,
 Chun fhuil aon mhíle dár shiúil mé ar an fad sin,
 Nach dtug mé deoch leanna do mo [bad word] 

 B'fhearr liom í ná bó is ná bearrach,
 Nó a bhfuil de loingis ag tarraingt chun cuain,
 B'fhearr liom arís na cíos Chluain Meala,
 Go mbeinn is mo chailín i mBaile Átha Luain.

Curfá

 Chuir mé mo chailín go margadh Shligigh,
 Ba é sin féin an margadh bhí daor,
 Bhí scilling agus punt ar an mheánpheicín ime,
 Is go dtug mé sin le fuinneamh do mo [bad word] 

Curfá

 Chuaigh sí siar agus bróga breac' uirthi,
 Ribíní glasuaithne teannta ar a [bad word] 
 D'éalaigh sí uaimse le buachaill an tsiopa,
 Is a Rí nár dheas í, mo [bad word] 

Curfá 
 
Isn't it hard for me to praise my red-haired girl,
 Not only because of her red hair,
 She was like a ray of sun reflected through glass,
 And she had the beauty of the Finne women.

 [bad word] 
 I took her from town to town,
 From the gates of Derry to Athlone,
 There's not a mile of the way I traveled,
 That I didn't give my red-haired girl a drink of ale.

 I prefer her to any cow or heifer,
 Or all the long ships drawing into the harbor,
 I would rather than have all the rent of Clonmel,
 To be in Athlone with my red-haired girl.

 [bad word] 
 I sent my girl to the Sligo market,
 That was the market that was expensive,
 weight of butter cost one guinea,
 And I gave it willingly to my red-haired girl.

 [bad word] 
 She went west wearing striped shoes,
 Her hair tied up with the greenest ribbons,
 She left me for a shop-boy,
 God, wasn't she lovely, my red-haired girl.

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