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Tuirse Mo Chroi
Tuirse mo chroí ar a phósadh'S ar bhuachaillí óige an tsaiolNár bhfearr daoife cailín deas leofaNa bean a mbeadh puntaí léiOíche mhór fhada bheith dúcaíNár dheas a bheith ag súgradh léiB'faras a chaillteach bhíos srannfaíIs ag tarraingt an phlaincéad léi Nuair a théim go tí faire ná tórraimh'Sé d'fiafras an óig bhean díom'Chormaic a bhfuil tú do phósadhNó nach n'aithníonn tú an óig fhear groí'Sé duirt se 'gus deirim féin leofaGo minic go mór faraor'S an mhéid acu 'tá gan pósadhGur acu 'tá spóirt a' tsaiol Ó rachaidh mé scilleadh 's a chaitheadhGo Baile na hiarr fhad siar'S bhéarfaidh mé 'n ruaig sin go hÁrainn'S ar and ainnir chráidh mo chroíDár a leoga mar rinneadh mo phósadhNí mó ná gur cealgadh mo chroí'S rachaidh mé arís na RóimheGo bhfaigh mé cead pósta arísLetras de cancionesI'm tired to my heart of marriageAnd of the young men of this worldThey'd be better off with a nice girlThan a woman who had moneyTo stay awake the whole long nightWouldn't it be fine to be sporting with herInstead of the old woman who snoresAnd pulls the blanket to her When I go to a wake-house or funeralAll the young women ask meCormac, are you getting marriedOr do you see that youth is wearing away?I said to them and I still sayThat I do indeed see it, alasAnd those who aren't marriedHave all the fun in life I will go complaining and chatteringTo far in the westI'll take a trip to AronTo the young woman who has tormented my heartBy the book, if my marriage has been madeIt's not that my heart has been boundAnd I'll go off to RomeTo get permission to marry again
From Letras Mania