Ar Bhruach na Carraige Báine Songtext
von Altan

As I rode out to view the flowers
Being in the morning early
A pretty fair maid I chanced to spy
Her flowers, they grew most neatly
Her cherry cheeks, her ruby lips

Her eyes would tickle a daisy
I took this fair maid by the hand
She said, Young man, go easy
I′m a ploughboy, my seeds to grow
And that's well known to my neighbours

And many′s the field I've ploughed indeed
And that's without much labour
I′ll plough, I′ll sow, I'll reap, I′ll mow
I'll gather it into the barn
I′ll play a reel and I'll dance with you


On the banks of Carraige Báine

B′fhearr liom fhéin ná Éire mhóir
'S ná saibhreas Rí na Spáinne
Mise 'gus tusa a chúilfhionn óig

Seal ag ól ár sláinte
Me agus tú bheith pósta araon
Le haontoile athair is is máthair
′S a mhaighdean óig is milse póig

Ar bhruach na Carraige Báine
I′ll spread my mantle for you, young man
If it weren't the breadth of a farthing
If I thought your mind was as good as your word
You know ′tis you I would rather


For want of any company
You need not go no further
But rise me up to the top of the hill
And show me the Carraige Báine