Hoireann O

Capercaillie

Early I arose
 I went out by the glen of branches
 I came back by the glen of the flocks
 I found the brown-haired girl still in bed
 I folded her in my own plaid
 And vowed that she need fear no harm
 That I would give her to her own mother
 How distressed I was, my love
 But if I come back from Ireland
 What presents you will get. 

 'S moch an diugh a rinn mi eirigh
 Ghabh mi mach ri gleann na geigeadh
 Thaining mi steach gleann na spreidheadh
 Fhuair mi ghruagach dhonn gun eirigh
 Lub mi 'na mo bhreacan fhein i
 's thug mi boid nach b'eagal beud dhi
 Gun tugainn dha mathair fhein i
 'S mise ghaoil a bha 'nam eiginn
 Ach ma thilleas mis' as Eirinn
 'S tusa ghaoil a gheibh am preusant