Black is the colour of my love’s hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love, and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes I wish the day soon would come When she and I will be as one
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep But satisfied I never shall be I’ll write her a letter just a few short lines and suffer death a thousand times
Trathoinin deanach i gcein cois leasa dom. Taimse i m’ chodhladh is na duistear me. Sea dhearcas lem’ thaobh an speirbhean mhaisiul. Taimse i m’ chodhladh is na duistear me.
Ba bhachallach pearlach dreimreach barrachas A carnfholt craobhach ag titim lei ar bhaillechrith ’S i ag caitheamh na saighead trim thaobh do chealg me. Taimse i m’ chodhladh is na duistear me.
Is mo buachaillin og a thogadh go ceannasach, Taimse i m’ chodhladh is na duistear me. Do cuireadh le foirmeart anon thar farraige. Taimse i m’ chodhladh is na duistear me.
Go bheicfeadh an la a mbeidh ar ar Shasanaigh Ughaim ar a ndroim is iad ag treabhadh is ag branar duinn, Gan mise a bheith ann mura dteannam an maide leo. Taimse i m’ chodhladh is na duistear me.