Mo bheannacht le na buachaillí
a d'imigh uainn thar sáile
Ach d'fhág siad culaith dheas orm
le dhul amach Dé Domhnaigh:
Cóta mór go talamh
agus bheiste den tsíoda láidir,
bríste 'bhí san fhaisean
agus bróga den leathar Spainneach

'S oró na buachaillí
's na buachaillí bhí álainn
Oró na buachaillí
's na buachaillí bhí álainn

Nuair a tchímsa an fharraige gharbh
Ó 'sé mo chroí 'bhíos cráite
ag smaointeadh ar na buachaillí
mar bhíonn siad ins na bádaí
Ach guímsa Rí na nAingeal,
'Sé 'shocróchas na pláinéid,
go dtuga sé slán na buachaillí
ar chontúirt a bheith báite

'S oró na buachaillí
's na buachaillí bhí álainn
Oró na buachaillí
's na buachaillí bhí álainn

Fuair mé litir as Albain
's ní raibh sí in mo shásamh
gur pósadh na buachaillí
ar chailíní na háite
Ach ní nár mhaith linn acu iad
dá mbeadh siad inár sásamh,
ach cailíní na n-oiléan
sin iad an dream ab fhearr linn

'S oró na buachaillí
's na buachaillí bhí álainn
Oró na buachaillí
's na buachaillí bhí álainn

'S oró na buachaillí
's na buachaillí bhí álainn
Oró na buachaillí
's na buachaillí bhí álainn

Oró na buachaillí
's na buachaillí bhí álainn
Oró na buachaillí
's na buachaillí bhí álainn

Oró na buachaillí
's na buachaillí bhí álainn
Oró na buachaillí
's na buachaillí bhí álainn
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My blessing on the lads
who left over the sea
But they left me nice clothes to wear
to go out on a Sunday:
A coat that stretched to the ground
and a blouse of strong silk,
trousers that were in fashion
and shoes of Spanish leather

And oh, the lads
the lads were beautiful
Oh, the lads
the lads were beautiful

When I see the rough sea
oh, how my heart breaks
thinking about the lads
as they are in their boats
But I pray to the King of the Angels,
he who controls the planets,
that he bring home safe the lads
in danger of being drowned

And oh, the lads
the lads were beautiful
Oh, the lads
the lads were beautiful

I got a letter from Scotland,
and none did it please me,
that the lads had gotten married
to local girls there
It's not that we wouldn't like them
if they satisfied us,
but the good Irish colleens,
they're the ones we prefer

And oh, the lads
the lads were beautiful
Oh, the lads
the lads were beautiful

And oh, the lads
the lads were beautiful
Oh, the lads
the lads were beautiful

Oh, the lads
the lads were beautiful
Oh, the lads
the lads were beautiful

Oh, the lads
the lads were beautiful
Oh, the lads
the lads were beautiful