Molly Na gCuach Ní Chuilleanáin

A real favorite of mine. Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh and Donnchadh Gough of Danú perform this great Irish song of loss.

Molly na gCuach Ní Chuilleanáin

Ar meisce cha dtéim níos mó
I won’t go drinking anymore

Braon leanna go deo ní bhlaisfidh mé
I will not taste a drop of beer ever

Ó chaill mé mo chailín beag óg
Since I lost my little young girl

A chuireadh i mo phócaí an t-airgead.
Who used to put money in my pockets

CURFÁ:

Is fada liom uaim í, uaim í
I miss her, I miss her

Is fada liom uaim í ó d’imigh sí
I miss her since she went away

Is fada liom thíos agus thuas í
I miss her in every way

Molly na gcuach Ní Chuilleanáin.
Molly Cullinane of the ringlets.

Dhéanfaidh mé tigh ar an ard
I will build a house on the heights

Is beidh ceithre ba bainne breaca agam
And I will have four spotted milk cows

Is ní ligfidh mé ‘n duine dá gcomhair
And I will allow nobody near them

Ach Molly dheas bhán Ní Chuilleanáin.
Except for lovely fair Molly Cullinane.

CURFÁ

Dá mbeinnse i ndeacair an bháis
If I were on my deathbed

Is na daoine a rá nach dtiocfainn as
And the people saying I would not recover

Ní dhéanfainn mo thiomna go brách
I would never make my will

Go dtiocfadh Moll Bhán Ní Chuilleanáin.
Until fair Molly Cullinane would come.

CURFÁ

Bhí mise lá ar an choill
One day I was in the wood

Is tharla dom soilse bhrádóige
I caught a glimpse of a pretty girl

Dhéanfadh sí marbhán beo
She would make a corpse live

Nó buachaill deas óg den tseanduine.
Or turn an old man into a young fellow.

CURFÁ

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