Tekst:
A BhuinneГЎn BhuГ is Г© mo chrГЎ do luГ
Is do chnГЎmha sГnte ar leaca lom'
Is nach dtearn tГє dГth no dolaidh sa tГr
Is narbh fhearr leat fГon nГі uisce poill
DГЎ gcuirfeГЎ scГ©ala fГЎ mo dhГ©in
Go raibh tГє i ngГ©ibhinn nГі i ndeacair iot'
Г“ bhainfinnse bГ©im ar Loch Mhic an Г‰in
A fhliuchfadh do bhГ©al is do bhrollach sГos
NГ hiad bhur n-Г©anlaith atГЎ mГ© ag Г©agaoin
An chuach, an traona nГЎ an chorr-bhreac
Ach an BuinneГЎn BuГ, a bhГ lГЎn de chroГ
Is gur cosГєil liom fГ©in Г© i snua is i ndreach
BhГodh sГ© ag sГorГіl na dГ
Is deir daoine go mbГm ar an nГіs sin seal
Is nГl braon dГЎ bhfuighinn nach ligfinn sГos
Ar fhaitГos go bhfuighinn fГ©in bГЎs den tart!
Is Г© 'd'iarr mo stГіr orm ligint den Гіl
NГі nach mbeinnse beo ach seal beag gearr:
Is Г© dГєirt mГ© lГ©i gur chan sГ an bhrГ©ag
NГі go mb'fhaide do mo shaol an braon seo a fhГЎil
Nach bhfeiceann tГє Г©an an phГobГЎin rГ©idh
Go dteachaidh sГ in Г©ag den tart ar ball?
Is a dhaoine clГ©ibh, fliuchaigГ bhur mbГ©al
NГі nГ bhfuighidh sibh braon i ndiaidh bhur mbГЎis!
Oh Yellow Bittern, alas to see you stretched
And your bones there lying on bare flagstones
You did no harm at all in the country
And would just as prefer ditch water to wine
Had you only sent me a message
That you were in a quandry, in need of a drink
I would have broken the ice on the lake
To wet your beak and all the way down to your breast
I'm not lamenting your ordinary birds
The cuckoo, the corncrake or the dappled heron
But the yellow bittern of the great heart
Who was just like me in many ways
He was always fond of the sup
And people say I'm fond of a drop myself
Whatever drink comes my way, it's down it goes
For fear that I might one day die of thirst!
And my darling asked me to give up the booze
Or I'd only be alive a short while more,
I told her straight out she was telling a lie
And that the drink extended my life's span
Don't you see that bird with the smooth neck
That only a while ago perished with the thirst?
Ah, my pleasant people, wet your whistles
Because after death ye won't get a drop!
Is do chnГЎmha sГnte ar leaca lom'
Is nach dtearn tГє dГth no dolaidh sa tГr
Is narbh fhearr leat fГon nГі uisce poill
DГЎ gcuirfeГЎ scГ©ala fГЎ mo dhГ©in
Go raibh tГє i ngГ©ibhinn nГі i ndeacair iot'
Г“ bhainfinnse bГ©im ar Loch Mhic an Г‰in
A fhliuchfadh do bhГ©al is do bhrollach sГos
NГ hiad bhur n-Г©anlaith atГЎ mГ© ag Г©agaoin
An chuach, an traona nГЎ an chorr-bhreac
Ach an BuinneГЎn BuГ, a bhГ lГЎn de chroГ
Is gur cosГєil liom fГ©in Г© i snua is i ndreach
BhГodh sГ© ag sГorГіl na dГ
Is deir daoine go mbГm ar an nГіs sin seal
Is nГl braon dГЎ bhfuighinn nach ligfinn sГos
Ar fhaitГos go bhfuighinn fГ©in bГЎs den tart!
Is Г© 'd'iarr mo stГіr orm ligint den Гіl
NГі nach mbeinnse beo ach seal beag gearr:
Is Г© dГєirt mГ© lГ©i gur chan sГ an bhrГ©ag
NГі go mb'fhaide do mo shaol an braon seo a fhГЎil
Nach bhfeiceann tГє Г©an an phГobГЎin rГ©idh
Go dteachaidh sГ in Г©ag den tart ar ball?
Is a dhaoine clГ©ibh, fliuchaigГ bhur mbГ©al
NГі nГ bhfuighidh sibh braon i ndiaidh bhur mbГЎis!
Oh Yellow Bittern, alas to see you stretched
And your bones there lying on bare flagstones
You did no harm at all in the country
And would just as prefer ditch water to wine
Had you only sent me a message
That you were in a quandry, in need of a drink
I would have broken the ice on the lake
To wet your beak and all the way down to your breast
I'm not lamenting your ordinary birds
The cuckoo, the corncrake or the dappled heron
But the yellow bittern of the great heart
Who was just like me in many ways
He was always fond of the sup
And people say I'm fond of a drop myself
Whatever drink comes my way, it's down it goes
For fear that I might one day die of thirst!
And my darling asked me to give up the booze
Or I'd only be alive a short while more,
I told her straight out she was telling a lie
And that the drink extended my life's span
Don't you see that bird with the smooth neck
That only a while ago perished with the thirst?
Ah, my pleasant people, wet your whistles
Because after death ye won't get a drop!
