Ar mo ghabháilt siar aduaidh dhom thar Sliabh Luachra
Agus mise ag cur tuairisce mo ghéanna
Ar mo ghabháilt siar aduaidh go bhfuaireas a dtuairisc
go raibh an maidrín rua dhá n-éalú.
An maidrín rua rua rua rua rua
An maidrín rua atá gránna
An maidrín rua ina luí sa luachair
Is barr a dhá chluais in áirde
[lilting]
‘Good morrow, fox!’ ‘Good morrow, sir!’
‘Pray, what is that you’re eating?’
‘A fine fat goose I stole from you –
And will you come and taste it?’
‘Oh, no indeed – ní háil liom í
Ní bhlaisfead pioc de ar aon chor –
But I vow and swear that you’ll dearly pay
For my fine fat goose you’re eating!’
Tally-ho lena bhun, tally-ho lena bhun
Tally-ho lena bhun is é ag gáirí.
Tally-ho lena bhun, tally-ho lena bhun
Is barr a dhá chluais in áirde!
[lilting]